Feel a certain lack of purpose lately It's hard to admit My eyes are rolling 'round in my head If I can't take what I want Then I get what I get, I guess Feel absurd, and it's a burden lately I'm never enough Get gone when I'm without your love Big mistake drove a stake Made it break, rubbed the salt in the cut And spilt my guts Never really did say what I want Got distracted by the taste on my tongue Thought I'd fake it till the day I say too much So uncertain, and it's hurting lately It's hard to break out Get stoned and mull about in my doubts If I can't take what I want, then I get what I got It's enough To spill my guts Never really did say what I want Got distracted by the taste on my tongue Thought I'd fake it till the day I say too much Spill my guts Never really did say what I want Got distracted by the taste on my tongue Thought I'd fake it till the day I say too much Feel a certain lack of purpose lately It's hard to admit So instead I said: Let's get this fuckin' bread, again, I guess Back when you were talking shitty With the guys that didn't dig me I was having premonitions listening to Jimi When the forecast finally hit me I could kill this little ditty and then cut from town quickly I said: Let's see Now I hit Sanjay with the demo and he passes it off to Stevie Get the okay from the guys and I go run it on your TV Sprinter to the stage, Shortybadz collect the payment, man I hardly gotta sing it 'cause you'll probably do it for me