All I ever said was like
Fishing in my head
All the things I could've done
In the name of fun
What is this thing I could've done
With a loaded gun
While you were pissing
On my setting sun

If my hands broken
It's broken in two
If my minds open
It's not open to you
If my heads soaking
It's soaking in brew

All the things I did and said
Were they really that bad?
Sitting in my little home
Talking to ghosts
All the things I ever said
Was like fishing in my head
Things I wish I'd never done
Was not using that gun