A psychotherapist once claimed I had acute neurosis
I only said a couple words and he made his diagnosis
He said I could say whatever I want because I never chose this
So I spat and grinned and I looked at him and i blew him a glasgow kiss, look out now
I close just one eye, and let a part of me die
Never too sure if it's the truth or a lie
I'm not asking for your pity, woe is me sarcastically
I'm not losing sleep pathetically, while waxing so poetically
But I'm waning, waning, alphabetically
As I keep dropping bombs, dropping bombs, dropping bombs apologetically
It was a wicked whimpering winter plague night, when my tongue grew wings and took to flight
The thought had never crossed my mind before that moment
Is the truth so bent, it can't be broken
Jealousy got the best of me, and had a conference with the rest of me
It said "If this is all that's left for me then there's so little room for regret"
And that little voice (hey), little voice (hey)
little voice inside my head said "If you don't regret nothing then you might as well be dead"
So I apologize
Mostly to the four or five guys who stand behind me on the stage every night
As the mic starts to whisper, and the words start to blister in my mouth, that i know aren't right
I gotta get back to who I was before my last ten years on autopilot
It's the mask that quite often starts to eat into your face
So wear it lightly like a cap that can quickly be replaced
I gotta get back to who I was before my last ten years on autopilot
So tell me again how my life should have been, before I was spineless before I gave in
'Cause everybody thinks it's timeless, well time's running out
One thing I'll never regret is I never shed my face
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