Tongue-Splitter

[Verse 1] Psychotherapist once claimed I had acute neurosis Well, I only said a couple words and he made his diagnosis He said I could say whatever I want because I never chose this So I spat, grinned and I looked at him and blew him a Glasgow kiss, look out now I close just one eye, and let a part of me die Never too sure if it's the truth or a lie I'm not asking for your pity "Oh woe is me" sarcastically I'm not losing sleep pathetically while waxing so poetically But I'm waning, waning alphabetically As I keep dropping bombs Dropping bombs Dropping bombs apologetically It was a wicked whimpering Winnipeg night When my tongue grew wings and took to flight The thought had never crossed my mind before that moment Is the truth so bent it can't be broken? [Verse 2] My jealousy got the best of me And had a conference with the rest of me It said, "If this is all that's left for me Then there's a little room for regret." Little voice Little voice Little voice inside my head said "If you don't regret nothing then you might as well be dead, might as well be dead." So I apologize Mostly to the four or five guys Who stand behind me on the stage every night As the mic starts to whisper And the words start to blister In my mouth that I know aren't right I gotta get back to who I was before my last ten years on autopilot It's the mask that quite often starts to eat into your face So wear it lightly like a cap that can quickly be replaced I gotta get back to who I was before my last ten years on autopilot So tell me again how my life should have been before I was spineless Before I gave in Because everybody thinks it's timeless... Well time's running out One thing I'll never regret is I never shed my face