I was raised on distractions Out of sync with the rest of humanity I really tried to blend in Pretending I was part of the scenery It made me seem more human In a world less gruesome It made me pass for normal Among the high and neutral On the best of days I'm a loaded gun On the worst of days I'm a burned out candle And the wind keeps blowing down my house Changing direction north to south I always spoke my mind Like a rhinoceros charging into walls And when I courted you I never said the words at all Maybe it came out wrong I don't know where it came from The truth can hurt sometimes Like the greatest lies On the best of days I'm a loaded gun On the worst of days I'm a burned out candle And the wind keeps blowing down my house Changing direction north to south