Ballad of a dead Pat

It has been a long time
Years pass and still I ask why
Why is it that I
Can't ever sleep at night
When I dream, I dream of you
Throwing it all away
Your voice is dead
Memories just stay
Green tea and cigarettes
Bowls filled with my regrets
I smoke til the pain in my chest is gone
My grave is dug
My will is done
It has been a fucking long time
I still can't sleep so I get high
I'm just here waiting for my pills to kick in
So I can lay on the couch again
By myself I'm sleeping alone
While you infest my head
I can't think for myself
Might as well be dead
Fuck my life and Fuck you