Tearing out my hair
on a bedroom floor
empty all the meds

never anymore
for sure
throbbing in my flesh

breaking out in scarlet sores
therapy I've been enslaved
I think I'll medicate this rage


So now I've crossed the line
(tearing out my hair on a bedroom floor)


Fixing up the drugs
with a tiny flame

put 'em in my lungs
and forget my name
I blame my parents for molesting me

with self-fulfilling prophecies
the teacher for indulging me
his %#@! dressed up in fury, fear and shame


So now I've crossed the line
(put 'em in my lungs and forget my name)


High and I'll drive
I'll get high and I'll drive


If I were the keys
then where would I be

if it's up to me
then I will be free
if I were the keys

then where would I be
if it's up to me
then I will be free


yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah