Monday morning you woke up crying,
The [bad word] of a stupid line, oh,
Said by some punk [bad word] on the street.

It wasn't me, it wasn't you,
It wasn't anybody you knew, is it
Your old friend insecurity?

The [bad word] That stuck by your side since you were born.

Tuesday night you were in a fight,
The same old argument, black and white.
It's something that's eating your inside.

It's not the food, it's not the booze,
It isn't anything consumed so is it [bad word] a problem you can't hide?

And all those times
You thought that you were wrong, you were right.

The devil on your shoulder
Gives you strength and paranoia,
The countless times you called a few.

Your best friend 'til the end of time,
They'll always be there by your side.
Solidify conditions you've abused.

What that means you'll never have a clue.

More than just a lifelong friend,
No social life, I guess we can pretend,
It's not like I care but anyway...

You always wanna leave, you never wanna stay,
'Cause you think if you drink too much then you will lose it,
You'll drink your security away.

The [bad word] That stuck by your side since you were born.

The little voice inside your head,
Annoying and confusing,
That somehow tells you what to do.

Socially you've lost your mind
And basically you're out of time.
You try to build so much it breaks on you.

What that means you'll never have a clue.

What that means you'll never have a,
What that means you'll never have a,
What that means you'll never have a clue.