Honestly, I didn't think I'd end up here this time Or anywhere at all, I'm distant just enough to never fall behind Picturing the saddest scene of wearing bedsheets And two pats on the back, it just takes time It's getting late, since when did taking time take all my life? Mommy I'm afraid I've been talking to the hotline again It's stirring But the ripples always seek out the ones who carry me I blocked out the month of February for support At least I have this year, I won't be worrying anyone on tour As we speak, I'm here to meet devils for tea Peering 'round the corner of my life I throw my drink into the faces of my demise At thirty Your honey's gonna ask you, what the hell is wrong with me? And finally An answer from your throat comes crawling and you can proceed