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.