The ideal me’s got an ideal life
Don’t compare it to the one that I’m leading
Seems like every night a showdown or shitshow leaves one of us swollen or bleeding
Ah, christ, that’s a figure of speech
I’d swear on the bible but I don’t think it’d mean anything
When you asked how I feel, did you expect explanation?
Or were you just stopping by, you know, dropping in

The truth is I’m not sure what’s wrong
Perhaps it’s best to leave the pain right where the pain belongs
‘Cause it’s fiending for daylight
And it’s got you in its sights
It’s only a matter of time, and I fear that it won’t be long

So leave me on the seat of my car
Leave me on the seat of my car
I realize trying to be present’s a pretty tall order
So leave me on the seat of my car
While I ruminate on what it all could mean

Never did I ever intend to throw a wrench in the plan tonight
I might’ve got out of hand tonight
Could be I’m feeling alright tonight
But what of tomorrow?
When it’s recalled that I’m unequipped
Fall into the same old traps
And the same old words dribble from my lips

It’s madness obstructing the heart
It’s madness taking aim at the heart
Right now you understand and good god that’s a blessing
But this madness gonna tear me apart

If you’re feeling able-minded, there’s an arrogance at fault
If you’re checking how you handle, there’s a method to it all
Not a question of your morals, but a question of your sign
How much you care to hold; Well, how often do you sigh?
There’s a disappointed child in every adult who decided
that they couldn’t bear the burden of the garden out behind
A construct took these fingers and it ripped apart my day
That child, still disappointed, all he wants to do is…
But all that he can stand to do is…