What day is it? Am I still young?
My empty head where good fell out
And strength ain't muscle, make your bomb
Excuse, your roots, this place your mom?
And twisted as I feel dissolved
We drive alone pissed up on doubt
I'm not mad
I'm not mad
I screwed up
I screwed it, I screwed it
I screwed up
Now you pick up where I left off,
Cause I won't take it far enough
And I have always let you down
Trapped in your world that I held up
Bellow out repressed ship and sail
Throwout your regret, days I killed
I'm not mad
I'm not mad
I screwed up
I screwed it up
I screwed it, I screwed it
I screwed up