The ideal me's got an ideal life Don't compare it to the one that I'm leading Feels like every night a showdown or shitshow Leaves one of us swollen or bleeding Ah, christ, that's a figure of speech I'd swear on the bible but I don't think it'd mean anything When you asked how I feel, did you expect explanation? Or were you just stopping by, you know, dropping in The truth is I'm not sure what's wrong Perhaps it's best to leave the pain right where the pain belongs 'Cause it's fiending for daylight And it's got you in its sights It's only a matter of time, and I fear that it won't be long So leave me on the seat of my car Leave me on the seat of my car I realize trying to be present's a pretty tall order So leave me on the seat of my car As I ruminate on what it all could mean ♪ Never did I ever intend to throw a wrench in the plan tonight I might've got out of hand tonight Could be I'm feeling alright tonight But what of tomorrow? When it's recalled that I'm unequipped Fall into the same old traps And the same old words dribble from my lips It's madness obstructing the heart It's madness taking aim at the heart Right now you understand and good god that's a blessing But this madness gonna tear me apart If you're feeling able-minded, there's an arrogance at fault If you're checking how you handle, there's a method to it all Not a question of your morals, but a question of your sign How much you care to hold; Well, how often do you sigh? There's a disappointed child in every adult who decided That they couldn't bear the burden of the garden out behind A construct took these fingers and it ripped apart my day That child, still disappointed, all he wants to do is... But all that he can stand to do is...