One, two, three, four, five.
My heart is like the roads round here,
full of holes and going nowhere.
before I'd even learned to care.
When the doctors cut me open,
all I know they're gonna find is
I've as I've lost the battle,
couldn't save me if they tried.
I'm sleep deprived and lazy,
half alive and always crazy
The more I live, the more I know,
my scars will follow where I go
Now don't go looking for the answers
when the questions are misleading
that'll only leave you blue
And when the doctors cut me open,
all I know they're gonna see
Is a world of pain and a big old stain
where a good heart used to be
I'm hooked and rife and hazy,
never drunk but always crazy
Ego is a burden I can't shake
The more we live, the more we know
Our skies will follow where we go
So be careful of the choices that you make
