I'm trying the best I can To let go of the things I'm not and put down the stone But the tumor swells at night I try to drown it with poison Watch me catch fire
I don't want to eat myself alive Tear at the flesh, red stains on my shirt I'm trying to hold my guts together Without spilling them on the floor Pull back the skin and see what's chewing them up
This is ******* the pain Put down the needle and the spoon Tell the mirror it's time to stop Tearing apart all night will **** you I can bleed out the sickness Dry it on a towel And set it on fire Burn away all the doubts
I can bleed out the sickness I can set fire to the poison
So I packed up my things and faced up my doubts, You know, I think I will grow my hair back out -The Gaslight Anthem