I am fucking crazy
Our mothers, the wolves, the others, you choose
The others bring news it means nothing to you
We need deeper cuts, smaller lines and softer fucks for the harder times
You're all so good at being a burden and testing the waters on virgins
I am wasting too much time waiting in line
Trying to be that stand up guy one bottle at a time
Those first words said backwards were their last words
You feel like shit but I feel like dancing
It's all done now, I know I did well
Do your fucking arms hurt from loving yourself too much
And always being that reliable crutch
This is the place to be insane, turn the page, wash your hands
