I think my cats have Stockholm Syndrome
Do they know that they can kill me?
I think my girl has CIP
Does she know that she can feel me?
Substance abuse has cleared my cache
How do I know this is the real me?
I'm built on faulty memories of
Old photos and home movies
Time aint on my side
I've borrowed far too much
Got whiskey on my mind
Packed cyanide for lunch
Babe it's us against the cold
We don't have much, but got some leftover freedom
A life of doing what we're told
A life of heartache and boredom
There's always been brighter scenes in my fights
Success in my sights
Insurance against the world
I've always been lucky with love in my life
Friends by my side
A father to call
Time aint on my side
I've borrowed far too much
Got whiskey on my mind
Packed cyanide for lunch
We are just trying to make a living
Get ours before we're old
There will be time to be forgiven
When our story's told
This debt we constantly swim in
Is keeping our plans on hold
Tonight I'm gonna be working
But someday I'll face the world
I'm just being myself
Got a story to tell
You might think that it is strange
I might do too someday
It's not up to anyone else
You just might suprise yourself
I'll disagree either way
I'm better and worse than what they say