I swore I'd make it
I'd make it all on my own
Deserve it for deserting
All the ones that came along
My opinion is jaded
This shit is so outdated
Mistakes are the existence
Of the products we've been missing all along
I get it, I get it I'm alone
But what's the purpose?
I get it, I get it move along
Well I'll be damned
You told me only if I'm lucky enough
Well I'll be damned
You told me only if you're lucky
So won't you tell me
What the counsels gonna say?
I'm a sinner, I'm a f*ck up
Draw the line at cocaine
When my nose bleeds
Or I'm tripped out in backseats
On slow drives down back streets
It's all the same thing
Did it make a difference
If it was drank, or smoked, or f*cked away?
As long as the reality
Keeps its distance from me