1990

You worry about things That never come to pass At night, you're all alone A slave to your cell phone Betray yourself With chemicals and constant self-doubt And now you're used up You're outta luck and had enough I had a friend who Reminds me of you He blew his top He split his seam And that's the end it seems Betray yourself With chemicals and constant self-doubt And now you're used up You're outta luck and had enough Betray yourself With chemicals and constant self-doubt And now you're used up You're outta luck and had enough Had enough Had enough Had enough