Spill out your guts
All twenty-eight feet of 'em
Looks good on a plate with all your sins
Lined up good, chronological order
I'm not like the others
But I'm pretty much the same
I'm an old soul playing new games
Gonna rust away
Gonna rust the same
Every time I face the world
It's gonna tell me that I shoulda changed
I shoulda changed when you did
Everything you face yourself is a reminder
That we burn, that we burn out alone
I don't even know where we go
When it's over do you?
Could be heaven, could be hell
Could be coming back an ant
Could be sleeping forever
I don't want you crying
And I don't want ya scared
Gotta find consolation
In the fact that we all get there
That we all get there
Every time I face the world
It's gonna tell me that I shoulda changed
I shoulda changed when you did
Everything you face yourself is a reminder
That we burn, that we burn out alone