I got 2 bloody knees and a brand new scar

So come along son and ask me just how far

I took it the first time, this time

There won't be a next time

What kind of friend would bite my hand

If I stuck it out like I gave a god damn

My eyes are open wide and I, and I hate what I find



The love, the hate, regret

We all have it, we all have it

The love, the hate, regret

We all have it



Raise your hands if you feel like I do

Scream aloud if you feel like I do

Bring the hell if you feel like I do

Like you do

Like we all do



I'd climb up 16 chapels

And kick out every 16th stone

To keep another one from feeling so broken

To keep another one from feeling so torn

Ain't got a friend that wouldn't bite my hand

If I stuck it out like I gave a god damn

I tasted of jaded tongue and I, and I've grown to like it