I want to say
What's the worst that could happen
But I'm too scared to find out
Do you think I can save the half the teeth left in my mouth
I'm not sure how much better
Things could get before they crash
Especially if I don't pull my stupid head out of my ass
Scrape the bottom of the barrel
And by that I mean your head
Fly through a red light
Try to slide through instead
I fell asleep on the top of a moving train
I'm down the drain
And hey
Link by link and yard by yard
There's some fumes inside my scars
With no thought or warning
My lungs started burning
Tear them away from the sink
I know I bitch too much
But pulling around this concrete truck
Is getting harder by the minute
And I know you hate my guts
But that doesn't mean you should shut
Me out entirely
At least open a window
Wish I could say
What's the worst that could happen
But I already found out
If I think real hard I can still taste you on my mouth