You've got a lot of nerve to steal somebody's line
But then you made it self-aware, so I guess that it's fine
Find a barrel, scrape it out
Gotta let the bad ones out
Pleased to meet you and that little corner of your mind
I struggle to tell, I struggle to tell
If I really mean the things I say or if they happen by themselves
I struggle to tell, I struggle to tell
Why anyone should care and if it's something I can sell
Please, God, don't get mad, get yourself a drink
The problem with you deities is you act before you think
Maybe it'll settle down
No one needs to burn or drown
If it helps we all have days that make our stomach sink
I struggle to tell...
Oh, what a crying shame to have nothing to cry for
It can make the day a drag that grates across the floor
Let's make a day where you will say
That you'll reverse this slow decay
And I will set aside a day to learn another chord