A smoking gun in the mirror Can you not care about my appearance or how much money I have in my pocket? I rehearse the words in a hearse you drive To an over-crowded place where I don’t feel alright This is my late 20’s I think I’m on the edge of breaking apart Misery loves company Come on in And this time It’s really harsh and cruel Well you’re so good at defining me Call me whatever you want But it hurts It hurts a lot You know? Yeah you could take all of the fun out of me This is my late 20’s I think I’m on the edge of breaking apart Misery loves company Come on in I kinda wanna die before I turn 30 Now I’m burning in misery The secret I’ve been holding onto is the guide to my new way of dying This is my late 20’s I think I’m on the edge of breaking apart Misery loves company Come on in I kinda wanna die before I turn 30 Now I’m burning in misery The secret I’ve been holding onto is the guide to my new way of dying