Sentimental Surgery

No I'm not OK
 I'm a fucking emo cliche
 Jamming all the sad songs
 Cut me open
 I need sentimental surgery
 Say anything to drain the misery
 Under my skin
 Cut me open
 I need sentimental surgery
 I've been feeling on the fringes
 Dark clouds painted on my fingertips
 I hope it's only a phase
 But I'm cynical
 Got this shadow on my shoulder
 Thought that once I'd gotten older
 That it'd fade
 Now I'm afraid
 That it just may be clinical
 I can't remember why everything changed
 Into a mess
 Now I confess
 Only romance is chemical
 Shut down again, like
 "When will this all end?"
 Are we living or just surviving?
 No I'm not OK
 I'm a fucking emo cliche
 Jamming all the sad songs
 Cut me open
 I need sentimental surgery
 Say anything to drain the misery
 Under my skin
 Cut me open
 I need sentimental surgery
 I've been trying not to get my hopes up
 That there'll be an end in sight
 That black dog you heard about's an animal
 Got this devil on my shoulder
 Tells me that I'm getting older
 Romanticising death
 And I'm aware that that's regrettable
 I can't remember why everything changed
 Are we living or just surviving?
 No I'm not OK
 I'm a fucking emo cliche
 Jamming all the sad songs
 Cut me open
 I need sentimental surgery
 Say anything to drain the misery
 Under my skin
 Cut me open
 I need sentimental surgery