I've been tripping over every single word in my head, can't get a sound out
Each time I think I get by, but I fry my brain with fear and self-doubt
Been hoping for an answer for a long time, it's been a long while
Since I could lay my head down
Love a little, hate a little, I know I am, in the middle
Nothing left to do but head home to my ghost town
I have a few antisocial tendencies
I have a few antisocial tendencies
I have a few antisocial tendencies
I have a few antisocial tendencies
It wears me down and wears me out just trying to find a good connection
'Cause in the morning I find no one else with me but my own reflection
I know I'm a little bit crazy, gets a little hazy, talking to myself in the mirror
Love a little, hate a little, I know I am, in the middle
Counting down the seconds as my death gets nearer
I have a few antisocial tendencies
I have a few antisocial tendencies
I have a few antisocial tendencies
I have a few antisocial tendencies