I talk too much

I think I'll take a pill,
To make it all better.
I think I'll down these shots,
And hope for better weather.

There's something wrong with me,
I see that now, insanity.
Something not quite right,
Inside my head, inside of me.

I think I'll light a match,
And burn it all away.
I think I'll take a spoon,
And sleep through the day.

Could they have been correct?
I'd assumed fallability.
Is this something I can correct?
My lifelong disability, hey...

I think I'll close my eyes,
And they'll put me to sleep.
And when I wake again,
I'll be less of a creep.

And maybe I'm just a loser;
Just a loser, like you said.
Or maybe you're just a winner;
You're a winner, and I'm dead.

I think I'll dye my hair,
And fit in well, I don't care.
I think I'll pierce my skin,
It makes me cool, and then I'll win.

Oh, I see the dawn break now,
It breaks me too, makes me like you.
Everything is becoming clear,
It's your reflection I see in the cracking mirror.

I think I'll shoot myself,
In the head, die with fame.
Not like have a choce;
You can't win, it's just a game.

I think too much,
I talk too much,
I live to much,
I die enough.