Can't seem to wash my hands
of days counted in milligrams.
Or these nights spent drinking alone
just to sleep.
Little pieces die,
that I will never get back, I'm
I'm just trying to hold on to
what's left of me
CHORUS:
Can lack of contact
drive you crazy? (It already has)
Not lonely, but psycho,
stark raving mad.
Just gotta get myself back to me.
Well I've been drunk on ignorance,
staggered from starvation.
I'd rather be riddled with bullets
than this guilt that's been eating me alive.
Flat on your back
the only way to look is up.
And all that you'll get from me,
is a smile that's contrived.
-CHORUS-
Take a look inside yourself,
before you judge somebody else
Every body's got their vice,
We'll all be forced to pay the price.
Just call me psycho,
I'm stark raving mad.
Just gotta get back,
just gotta get myself back to me.
-CHORUS-
Take a look inside yourself,
before you judge somebody else
Every body's got their vice,
We'll all be forced to pay the price.
Just call me psycho,
I'm stark raving mad.
Just gotta get back,
just gotta get myself back to me.
back to me.