stepped out of the race i knowingly would lose i decided to take up a consistent pace it took everything out of me to lose
the addiction that was like a cloud of thick, impenetrable slime i can't hide that kept me ever so proud of the needles inside
that ***** the side of me that loves the good don't let me lose concentration tequila and the beach make me realize they only could truly leave me ill rationed
always in the mood to tell you im really not the prissy ***** you maybe thought i ought
and was to be, you know you're actually misled believe me, I'm no sweet pea my soul is really spread
with grief, toil and strife though i never stop trying always easy to live with the knife keep your mind open, my wet soul's drying
balancing on the tightrope my visions cast far above me (can't see the current circumstance) seeing that it's easier to cope with the present (seeing you makes my heart dance)