I'm tired of your open mouth,
Crawling inside my skin,
Endless pain we never quit,
The fight within that prides begun,
Saying its too late,
What a man's got he'll learn to hate.

Forget the time I said I would,
Replace that with I never will,
Beyond the facts held in your face,
Ignore the facts beyond your nose,
Saying it's too late,
What a man's got he'll learn to hate.

Now without meaning,
No response, not a feeling
Call me your cellmate we've always been on [bad word] Speak your mind clearly discovering what I've done
I'll dot the i's and you'll cross the t's just one on one