Some need a high-five in the face
With a chair, with a chair, now.
I can smell the nicotine stains on your fingertips
Need I say we were raised with our wings clipped?
This will be the final call
Saying that you love me but you kiss me
With your mouth full of crap
One day I will finally see what I'm heading for
Put my nose to the grindstone once more
Pull myself up by the bootstrap
I need to get'll drain me of everything
And all my energy.
I know you blame me of indifference
But every scar you gave me will improve me
I'll be better than before.
I can smell the nicotine stains on your fingertips
Need I say we were raised with our wings clipped?
I need to get my tough skin back.