even though you used to call my name i turned a cheek, i looked the other way my hands are weak, my soul is laced with shame 'cause i'm the only one whose left to blame [ nothin ] parked car and i said it with a hard "r" got wounds like a scar from a hard spar no wind and i'm stuck on the sandbar you say you're the man, sports bars and a charred heart on some slick rick sh**, eye patch, chain, black shirt - misfits throw a b**h fit man i don't really gotta i'd rather just cry original don dada original kinsella yeah, thats better shed mad tears in a thursday sweater can't keep telling me it gets better i've read too much nietzche for your speech to impeach man i don't need company tattoos, black heart see they run from me so i lurk in my dark and i stay comfortably. man i got these demons man i've been engaged to the road used to be skating with friends now there's nothing to show pretending i'm pensive i know that you know that i know 'cause d**h is a b**h and you better enjoy before you go i got so many damn thoughts in my mind and i can't find the time to replace all the space even though you used to call my name i turned a cheek, i looked the other way my hands are weak, my soul is laced with shame 'cause i'm the only one whose left to blame you don't know where i've been so don't expect me to come home you don't know what i've seen so don't expect me to come home