| You’ve got me dangling by the thread
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| that holds my mind together
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| I might spill my thoughts out on the ground
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| But I’ll think of you on the way down
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| And I have been screaming at walls
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| I could’ve sworn one of them tried to respond
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| It said «The truth is, mostly I just feel bad for you»
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| And goddamn this bastard I am
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| I hate so many stupid things
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| At least now I know what «despicable"means
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| When I’m losing faith in everything
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| And I’ve tried to be a nicer guy
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| but it turns out that I’m just the type
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| that can’t handle any other man
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| Who’s doing better than I am
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| I have been slingin' at walls
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| I can’t connect 'cause I miss the ground when I fall
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| It seems to me that it shouldn’t be what it used to be
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| And goddamn this bastard I am
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| I hate so many stupid things
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| At least now I know what «despicable"means
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| When I’m losing faith in everything
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| And all I want is to believe
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| That there’s still good in everything including me
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| And goddamn this bastard I am
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| I hate so many stupid things
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| At least now I know what «despicable"means
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| When I’m losing faith in everything
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| Goddamn
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| Goddamn this bastard I am
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| Goddamn |