Born at Zero - Deer Tick

You’re coming back, I don’t know why I feel so bad

Oh, a picture always hurts more than words

You’re born at zero, and dead at 23

Ain’t it fucking cold and the dirt comes free

You make it clear, it takes me as insincere

A picture I can’t live without seeing

Whoa, you made your point, I never robbed you of a choice

And I can hear a longing in your voice

I’m sorry miss, to see your face

I wanna hold you close, but I push you away

I wanna feel your skin upon my skin

But I’m not feeling great, about letting you in

Close your eyes, it’s just about time to speak

Our dreams only come true in better dreams

I dream of me in the middle of a rugged street

Oh, praying to God that one day I’ll be clean

Whoa, look at the clock, I wish it was a time machine

'Cause I could have been anything

I’m sorry miss to see your face

I wanna hold you close, but I push you away

I wanna feel your skin upon my skin

But I’m not feeling great, about letting you in

Born at zero and dead at 23

And the fucking cold and the dirt come free