Get out of me head, man!

It always starts with one
A word, and then the dots connect
As if guided by God himself

Oh, well
If it isn't broken, I won't fix it
Don't cry over spilled milk

Aloof, my defense is to react
In cold blood, I love

The toll that I take
The harm that I've done
Eternal, and no fun

It hurts to see you stay
How could I become what I've always been?

Treating myself like a gun
How could I balance being cynical while being in love?
How could you manage being critical when I just run?

A tough sell
If it is intact, then I must break it
Don't cry over spilled tears

After years of pain and joy
You go the route of those before
I watch you turn and walk away
One last time

Without me, she will see
She'll be happy
Living incomplete is the least that I could do