I realize you got yourself
A shitty, shitty deal
I can relate to what you say
And I know just how you feel
I've been down this path, oh yeah
Most all of my days
And I gotta say it don't get better, no
To turn a phrase
And it looks like I've passed on
This rotten gift to you
And I'm sorry, I am sorry, yeah
For what you're about to go through
I know I can seem colorful
With all them stories I tell
But let me say it's no thrill to be me
That my life is pell mell
I suppose it helps me with my art
And it makes me what I am
I'd give it up but you see I can't
It's written in my program
Give me your hand
It pains me to have to think it
To see myself in you
To know the thing that ate me up
Is now your voodoo
I wish there were some crazy cure
But all I can offer are these words
Write it all down, every detail
'Cause it will fly away like birds
