I've been tripping over every single word in my head, can't get a sound out Each time I think I get by, but I fry my brain with fear and self-doubt Been hoping for an answer for a long time, it's been a long while Since I could lay my head down Love a little, hate a little, I know I am, in the middle Nothing left to do but head home to my ghost town I have a few antisocial tendencies I have a few antisocial tendencies I have a few antisocial tendencies I have a few antisocial tendencies It wears me down and wears me out just trying to find a good connection 'Cause in the morning I find no one else with me but my own reflection I know I'm a little bit crazy, gets a little hazy, talking to myself in the mirror Love a little, hate a little, I know I am, in the middle Counting down the seconds as my death gets nearer I have a few antisocial tendencies I have a few antisocial tendencies I have a few antisocial tendencies I have a few antisocial tendencies