Wound to my head they tell me
How did it ever get there
I am not feeling pretty today
Maybe the holes are elsewhere
Goodbye to the gold standard
Wearing more hats than needed
Don your disguise and run for it
A sidewalk injustice each day
Verses from your own bible
QFT, your drowning routine
Repeated for no good reason
The young deceivers worn out
Their receptors misconfigured
You assuredly lost her
Your third place trophy wife
The slowest bullet on the market
Still killing in her absence
Carry it all safely on your back
Nameless malady of body image
A 34 year old inferiority complex
Lose the weight, sure
Easy for you to say, asshole
This weight isn't on my skin
It's all in my head.
