I got a shirt And I got real drunk And I spilled you all over My favorite blank canvas ♪ I shot the shooting pain With an ounce of Novocaine Overcompensating For a space I haven't made ♪ (The ground was frozen) (And it was bad) But I didn't mind Taking the floor ♪ I have fought this conversation With words that sound so weak And if you gave me the time (I'd complain about them for weeks) (For weeks)