Screaming in the kitchen
About how I never listen
There's an anger deep inside me
That I think I get from you
And I'm scared it's getting deeper
And there's nothing I can do
God, I hope it's not for nothing
'Cause I think I'm onto something
Crumble on the drive home
Mumble like it's my fault
Now I'm waiting on the Benzocaine
To start its kicking in
If I'm numbing something this small
Might as well numb everything
Because I'd rather feel nothing
Yeah, I'd rather feel nothing
Hmm