Psychotherapist once claimed I had acute neurosis

Well I only said a couple words and he made his diagnosis

He said I could say whatever I want because I never chose this

So I spat, grinned, then I looked at him and I blew him a glass cold kiss behind



Knows just when I let a bottom be dead

Never too sure if it's the truth or a lie



I'm not asking for your pity, woe is me sarcastically

I'm not losing sleep pathetically while waxing so poetically



But I'm waning waiting alphabetically

As I keep dropping bombs

Dropping bombs

Dropping bombs apologetically



It was a wicked whimpering winter plagued night

When my tongue grew wings and took to flight

The thought had never crossed my mind before that moment

Is the truth so bent, it can't be broken



Jealousy got the best of me and had a conference with the rest of me

And said if this is all that's left for me then there's so little room for regret

Little voice

Little voice

Little voice inside

Said if you don't regret nothing then you might as well be dead

Might as well be dead



So I apologize, mostly to the four of my guys

Who stand behind me on the stage every night



As the mic starts to whisper

And the words start to blister in my mouth, that I know aren't right



I gotta get back to who I was before my last ten years on auto-pilot

It's the mask that quite often starts to eat into your face

So wear it lightly like a cap that can quickly be replaced



I gotta get back to who I was before my last ten years on auto-pilot



So tell me again how my life should have been before I was spineless

Before I gave in

Because everybody thinks it's timeless

Well time's running out

One thing I'll never regret is I never shed my face