I might go losing it and drive off of a cliff, fall in the void
And if I blow my brains out all over the scene
That's madness curing sadness
These walls ain't talking back might as well finally paint them black
I'm out of ideas
The ceiling is all I have downward from here, I'm ripping apart
(In this section just choke your guitar: lightly cover all six strings and strum)
Confused, truth is what I choose
Heal I never do
Asking who are you
I don't have one clue
Seems I hate him too
Seems my color's blue
Who?
(Same as first verse)
I hate the drugs but I love the numb
I hate the gun but I want the sun
I hate the drugs but I love the numb
I hate the gun but I want the sun
(same as first Chorus)