Sick in the Head

People say I'm no good Write me off, oh yes they should Fuck 'em they're just sick in the head They're writing my history Think somebody should've asked me Everyone was safe in their beds Their beds And I said I won't live, won't live like them Everyone, they're all seeing red I don't know If it's alright with you, but I'll be gone A ghost will be here in my stead, my stead And I said I can't live life underneath it all Everyone is older now and gone I will not be here forever dear So let's just make this count a lot in here