Though it looks like a skid I haven't lost my grip It's a short-term thing I can quell the bee if I accept the sting My gut's watching where I'm going through the skin on my ribs so I don't slip I let the bearded man In the driver's seat, steer I'm riding shotgun Now could we cut to the part where I only spoke truth; Where I said what I felt and I meant for you? For so long you've been so wrong about me But I hung in hard when we came in low I was phasing out, but you didn't know My bright colors bleed Stop believing in me "Apparently, that dull-ish apple didn't fall far from the tree It couldn't catch a shine next to me I dropped my stomach back there Then you crushed me I couldn't even get to my knees I still can hardly get to my feet" "You took it all way See, I just needed this for a couple of days To fake the way we felt; To lock away your smell You're a coward, a con artist But rest a**ured, you'll be getting yours And I'll be getting by."