I want to smash my face into that god damn radio
it may seem strange but these urges come and go
I'm seeing double now, I tell the truth in stereo
I don't say much and when I do it's not enough
I can taste the grief, feel that old anger bubble up
it makes it hard to breathe
it makes a case for throwing up
so I medicate and when my eyes are red enough
I start thinking straight and I can face the day
Face down, lights out
put some music on maybe I'll come around
maybe find the will to sing
and all the things I could never say
will come pouring out of me
through my broken teeth
the best and worst of me
I sold my soul now I age but don't get old
and to this day it's the best deal I ever made
all the things i could never say
will come spraying out of my face
through my broken teeth
the best and worst of me