Letras: Bad Astronaut. Houston: We Have A Drinking Problem. You Deserve This.

Short story from the one who wrote this
And you're a stranger they know well
You read their mind and left your life an open book
Now you wanna die in some hotel
You deserve this
God damn, in some respect you've earned it
Who wants to change this bogus world?
Hey mom it's me or someone on our window sill
Yell I ain't disturbing your quiet numb
If something gets lost
If something breaks, I'll be wide awake
Not that this revelation's changing anyone at all
And all of your new friends, they seem boundless
And all of that money spends you flat
I'm sure that something bad will come of this review
Some past due like karma or revenge
I deserve this