Maybe I should go to a doctor
Tell him all about the things I've seen
Talk about how I often hurt you
When all you're trying to do is talk to me
There's so much I'd say
But I probably just won't go anyway
Do you get tired of waiting for me
When I sit on my hands?
Are you tired of how I'm making demands?
Can you tell me I'm not alone?
Maybe I should go to a preacher
Tell him all about the things I've done
If I come to you for absolution
Would that do anything for all I've wronged?
There's still smoke in my lungs
From all the breathing I did when I was growing up
And I've got poison breath toward you
And I can't hardly wait
To live one whole day without making you wait
Can I clean out my heart myself?
There's smoke in my lungs
From all the breathing I did when I was growing up
And I've got poison breath toward you
And I can't hardly wait
To live one whole day without making you wait
Can I clean out my heart myself?
There's still smoke in my lungs
From all the breathing I did when I was growing up
And I've got poison breath toward you
And I can't hardly wait
To live one whole day without making you wait
Can I clean out my heart myself?
Can I clean out my heart myself?
Can I clean out my heart myself?