The Worst Part About Me
A symptomatic sign of the changing times
and I feel like I'm just flying blind,
so I'm bracing myself for the fallout
I never had a strong enough stomach for me to endure
all of the carnage, shock and the goreYou're leaving me breadcrumbs to followI try to hold it together but you just pull me apart
Go on and rip my beating heart outFill my body up with diseaseIt doesn't matter if I'm rotting from the inside outYou're still the worst part about meI used to have the nerve to combust
but my spine is caked in dust,
completely covered in rust
and I'm sick of just coughing my lungs outYou always try throw another wrench in the gearsfilling up my head with your bad ideasThat's what I get for always sticking my neck outSplit me down the middleOpen up my chestYou can Take the parts you want to keepleave me with the restI can stitch myself up good enough
clean up the mess that you left