I've become
Redundant thoughts
And you're the smell of smoke in my jacket
How foolish and naive I've been
And I'm paying hell for it
I guess
I've become
A disappointment
And you're the light that bleeds into my room in cold mornings
Wish there was something else that I could have done
But I guess we can't always get what we want
Cut my head off
And get a new one
Cut my head off
And bury it into the f*cking ground