I want to smash my face into that god damn radio it may seem strange but these urges come and go I'm seeing double now, I tell the truth in stereo I don't say much and when I do it's not enough I can taste the grief, feel that old anger bubble up it makes it hard to breathe it makes a case for throwing up so I medicate and when my eyes are red enough I start thinking straight and I can face the day Face down, lights out put some music on maybe I'll come around maybe find the will to sing and all the things I could never say will come pouring out of me through my broken teeth the best and worst of me I sold my soul now I age but don't get old and to this day it's the best deal I ever made all the things i could never say will come spraying out of my face through my broken teeth the best and worst of me