Call It Arson - Battle Bones lyrics

I've got a feeling, That you don't know how to drink. I keep repeating, All the backwards versions of what I'd like you to think. Because I don't know why things would be this bad. I'm not alone and what good friends I've had, Even the ones who leave. I feel like Fred Hampton, Except I'm a fake and he was and is the truth. To tell you the truth, I don't trust anyone, Except myself it makes me sick, I have to buy weapons. Still I don't know why things would be this bad. I'm not alone and what good friends I've had, Even the ones who leave. I've got a stretch-mark on my mind, For all it's worth. I've got a bad dream that blood makes wine. I've got a stretch-mark on my mind, For all it's worth. I've got a bad dream it happens all the time. Money don't mean much to me, Besides I don't have any, You get what you see.