I am fucking crazy Our mothers, the wolves, the others, you choose The others bring news it means nothing to you We need deeper cuts, smaller lines and softer fucks for the harder times You're all so good at being a burden and testing the waters on virgins I am wasting too much time waiting in line Trying to be that stand up guy one bottle at a time Those first words said backwards were their last words You feel like shit but I feel like dancing It's all done now, I know I did well Do your fucking arms hurt from loving yourself too much And always being that reliable crutch This is the place to be insane, turn the page, wash your hands