Disasterology

Well this is just my thinking of it!(:

I laid down, I drank the poison and then I passed the fuck out. Now, let me tell you about the good life. I have a million different kinds of fun. When I'm asleep and in a dream that I'm your only one. (By the poison he means drugs or drinks, so then when he just out of it he probably means "good life" as funny and humorous stories that really no one is gonna remember the next morning. Then when he's either asleep or just thinking/day dreaming, in all seriousness, he wishes he was hers)

Can we create something beautiful and destroy it? Nobody knows I dream about it. This is my imagination. ("...Create something beautiful and destroy it?" hes saying even if it only last for a week or so he'd kill to be with her. And even in his dreams he wants to be with her so much he thinks about what he'd say/do if he had her)

If you come over tonight, we can travel through time. We can sleep on the ceiling and creep under black lights. I have a million different girls that hide under my bed. And when I let them out they treat me right. (He still wants her so "travel through time..." until the whole "black lights" part means to spend a whole day with her to prove he's right for her, and that they can have a better time together than anyone else who's been/will be with her.)

Oh, what a waste of a perfectly good, clean wrist. You were screaming till the police came. (Well the "clean wrist" I can think of would be if maybe she cut herself and then realized it wasn't exactly needed and maybe she overreacted so then she thought it was a waste on the clear skin without scars)

Can we create something beautiful and destroy it? Nobody knows I dream about it. This is my imagination. If every living thing dies alone, What am I doing here? If every living thing dies alone, What am I doing here? (He starts thinking negitive instead of the more postive thoughts saying that "now maybe I shouldn't even try because I'll never get her")

If it's the end of the world. If it's the end of the world. You and me should spend the rest of it in love. (Pretty straight forward basically just "Give me one chance it won't kill you")

Can we create something beautiful and destroy it? Nobody knows I dream about it, This is my imagination. If every living thing dies alone, What am I doing here? If every living thing dies alone, What am I doing here? What am I doing here? Oh, no (Same as before)