Tongue-Splitter

[Verse 1]

Psychotherapist once claimed I had acute neurosis

Well, I only said a couple words and he made his diagnosis

He said I could say whatever I want because I never chose this

So I spat, grinned and I looked at him and blew him a Glasgow kiss, look out now

I close just one eye, and let a part of me die

Never too sure if it's the truth or a lie

I'm not asking for your pity "Oh woe is me" sarcastically

I'm not losing sleep pathetically while waxing so poetically

But I'm waning, waning alphabetically

As I keep dropping bombs

Dropping bombs

Dropping bombs apologetically

It was a wicked whimpering Winnipeg night

When my tongue grew wings and took to flight

The thought had never crossed my mind before that moment

Is the truth so bent it can't be broken?

[Verse 2]

My jealousy got the best of me

And had a conference with the rest of me

It said, "If this is all that's left for me

Then there's a little room for regret."

Little voice

Little voice

Little voice inside my head said

"If you don't regret nothing then you might as well be dead, might as well be dead."

So I apologize

Mostly to the four or five guys

Who stand behind me on the stage every night

As the mic starts to whisper

And the words start to blister

In my mouth that I know aren't right

I gotta get back to who I was before my last ten years on autopilot

It's the mask that quite often starts to eat into your face

So wear it lightly like a cap that can quickly be replaced

I gotta get back to who I was before my last ten years on autopilot

So tell me again how my life should have been before I was spineless

Before I gave in

Because everybody thinks it's timeless... Well time's running out

One thing I'll never regret is I never shed my face