Thin Dark Line

Only a couple more days until I'm numb again.
Wish me luck and light this fuse.
I never said this wasn't a work in progress.
Well, what am I supposed to do with this life?
Delicate explosions and violent nights.
Hands up, head down, touch your left shoulder, then the right.
And you, I want you to look at these eyes: my eyes are open!
This is my life and it's leaving me with every breath.
This is my life and I regret, oh I regret.
This is my life and I'm still waiting to live it.