My outsides look cool My insides are blue Everytime I think I'm through It's because of you I try different ways But it's all the same At the end of the day I have myself to blame I can't believe I'm trippin'

Swingin' on the gallows pole Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while Riding a many mile Did you get a little gold? To keep me from the gallows pole? To keep you from the gallows pole But now I laugh and pull so hard Think I see my friends coming Friends

Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses

Somebody call the rescue 'cause I think I'm on the edge Yeah you're just like a sledgehammer While you were on the phone lyin' to me You were lyin' next to who It ain't nothing to do about the heartache It's just a little thing called you You keep

I am and I'll be I am: I'm me (I am: I'm me) I am: I'm me I will, you'll see I am: I'm me (can't you see, I'm me) I am: I'm me (I'm me, I'm me) Who are you to look down at what I believe? I'm on to your thinking and how you deceive Well, you can't abuse

You, you, oh! Ooh, ooh, ooh I need to dig a little deeper Dig a little deeper (Oh) I can't see it, I don't feel it You, you, oh, you! And I don't think I'm ready to go in this heavy I thought we would take it slow And now you got that feelin'

Would you, would you call that love? When you look back on us, would you call that love? When it's all said and done is it all enough? When you look back on love do you think of us? When you weigh the loss to all you've gained, tell me does it all add

Doesn't it feel the same as the cattle out to graze Like a worm boring through cinders and rock and ash I think I need a broom To sweep away the day cleanse us of the shame we're in I'm in Like a stray with the mange runs and lies and man I think I need

How could you put us through it? How could you take his life away? (What made you think you had the right?) How could you be so full of hate? (To take away somebody's life) And when I heard you let him die Uncle Sam taught him to shoot Maybe a little too

Somebody's been drinkin' and got to thinkin' 'bout us I got a fire in the backyard, half of bottle of Goose And a spot on my shoulder so baby come on over Somebody else has been drinkin' too It's just the cherry bombs talkin' when you're hittin' me up