I`ve taken tongue to pen and ink to blood stream...
the venemous kind.
I`ve spilled my guts on your favorite blue jeans,
and you didn`t mind.
It`s not the way I want it.
It`s just the way I see it.
I wish I didn`t need it.
On the inside, the venom`s not kind.
I wish I was a little more rock and less complicated.
I wish I was a little more rock.
This time it`s not right.
The antedote.
It`s all in the pre-screen and losing my mind.
I`ll kill the chord instead of the rhyme scheme,
and everything`s fine.
It`s not the way I want it.
It`s just the way I see it.
I wish I didn`t feel it.
I wish I didn`t need it.
On the inside, the venom feels fine.