Charlie

I could have been Charlie, I could have been dead

Could have been hopeless, put a hole in my head

There's a fine line between us, Charlie and me

Soon to be forgotten or remembered as a freak

His was a madness I identify with

I don't know who's scarier, him or me

He's already gone there, I'm on the same family tree

Cause Charlie had potential, just like me and you

Something in him misfired, it could happen to me too

I can see Charlie sitting on his hands

Drowning in his chaos and formulating plans

If I had stayed that day, it would have been me

Wishing for a handgun or a rope on a sturdy tree

When I wake up, I'm just like him

He's got madness I can get with

There is a beauty in succumbing to fear

You get comfortable in your limbo (I know)