I've taken tongue to pen and ink to blood stream...
the venemous kind.
i've spilled my guts on your favorite blue jeans,
and you didn't mind.
it's not the way i want it.
it's just the way i see it.
i wish i didn't need it.
on the inside, the venom's not kind.
i wish i was a little more rock and less complicated.
i wish i was a little more rock.
this time it's not right.
the antedote.
it's all in the pre-screen and losing my mind.
i'll kill the chord instead of the rhyme scheme,
and everything's fine.
it's not the way i want it.
it's just the way i see it.
i wish i didn't feel it.
i wish i didn't need it.
on the inside, the venom feels fine.