Slam the door and grab the phone Like a pistol against my head Ask your machine where are you Damn it never knows Did i just leave a message or a suicide note? Try to suck the words back down my throat And i dont know how long i can hold out Hold on, hold on When i see ya girl i wanna change My clothes, my eyes, my hair, my face Gotta get away, so i can be myself Myself Now youre staring in the mirror Trying to see what i see Till you dont even recongnize yourself Darting empty bottles and broken glass All tangled up in you, you But everyones got someone they cant have I got you When i see ya girl i wanna change My clothes, my eyes, my hair, my face Ill be anything, but i cant be myself, myself I dont know how long i can hold out I dont know how long i can hold out Tonight this phone feels like a pistol Black and cold against my temple Did i leave a message or a suicide note i dont know how long i can hold out Suck the words back down my throat i dont know how long i can hold out Gotta suck the words back down my throat When i see ya girl i wanna change My clothes, my eyes, my hair, my face And every word that gets away is going off like a cherry bomb Like a shmuck outta luck Full of sand in the clover Im bendin im breakin Im shaking all over Ill be anything, but i cant be myself, myself, myself Got me slipping and sliding and tossing and turning And coming and creaming And crashing and burning Ill be anything, but i cant be myself, myself Myself
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