I've taken tongue to pen and ink to blood stream... The venemous kind. I've spilled my guts on your favorite blue jeans, And you didn't mind. It's not the way I want it. It's just the way I see it. I wish I didn't need it. On the inside, the venom's not kind. I wish I was a little more rock and less complicated. I wish I was a little more rock. This time it's not right. The antedote. It's all in the pre-screen and losing my mind. I'll kill the chord instead of the rhyme scheme, And everything's fine. It's not the way I want it. It's just the way I see it. I wish I didn't feel it. I wish I didn't need it. On the inside, the venom feels fine.