
Dedicated to my sister in recovery, Naomi… I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried
The things I go through just to get high I have a disease that tells me I’m okay
I don’t need help
I’m the boss of me
Viva la Rebellion

Dedicated to my sister in recovery, Naomi… I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried
The things I go through just to get high I have a disease that tells me I’m okay
I don’t need help
I’m the boss of me

Ready… Fire… AIM… Why do I miss again and again? I hit everything except for the mark And when it’s over I take it to heart I blame the sheeple Blame the law Blame the fool DAMN THE HOOPLA I’m surrounded by morons Oh hither be

Down by the river
I see the sunflowers in the rain
And I can’t forgive that double rainbow
For finding me a dead end road again

How can someone who burns so hot be so cold? How can something that feels so right be so wrong? It’s like I’m lost in space and I can’t go home The further I drift The hotter I burn The colder it gets The more I yearn For something less painful than the stake in my back I can’t relax I can’t look at myself This can’t go on I’m still trying to make sense of it I can’t make amends to it

I ain’t right
I ain’t wrapped too tight
My screws are loose
And my scope is off sight
I got that monkey on my back
I got that thorn on my side
I got that bird in my brain