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A history of stillness, a bloodline of mental illness I'd rather be a fraud and be happy than known as the realest Still the same dark day for my mother and my mother's mother And Brooks, I can't get outta bed but i can write hooks Wife's a maniac but she's the only one that's still around Three in the afternoon on a sunny day layin' on the ground I wanna feel the way I felt when I was layin' with my dad But I don't know if I want it that bad I think about what I don't have Five days a week sad, other two just mad Six in the mornin' in the back of a cab And I don't know if I want it that bad It ain't non-stop to Heaven there's a layover in Hell And I've been sittin' here for ten years talkin' to Satan on his cell You gotta be kiddin' me I ain't signed up for this And you wonder why Steaknife got scars on his wrist My heart got a black eye Sometime I get scared that I might cry Why do I pretend that I'm not shy Sometime all I can do is just stay high I think about what I don't have Five days a week sad, other two just mad Six in the mornin' in the back of a cab And I don't know if I want it that bad What I've lost and what I've seen All in order to fulfill my dreams Thought I had to be like my dad But I don't know if I want it that bad Runnin' fast on the sidewalk Talkin' to myself and I can't stop The up and down and up and down smile to a frown Town to town but same scenery same sound No escape when awake so I sleep late Everywhere I go I'm still there I can't shake me in my mind L-I-S-T's and three or four lines and now I'm fine (Maybe not) You know where I been With my head in my hands again With my head in my hands again You know where I been With my head in my hands again With my head in my hands again Do you know where I been I think about what I don't have Five days a week sad, other two just mad Six in the mornin' in the back of a cab And I don't know if I want it that bad Sun comin' up and I need some sleep Eyes are red and I'm feelin' weak I can out-do you and I can out-do me But all that I really want is peace What I've lost and what I've seen All in order to fulfill my dreams I thought I had to be like my dad But I don't know if I want it that bad But I don't know if I want it that bad With my head in my hands again With my head in my hands again |