He says I need direction

I head for the door

I take apart his hourglass & fill it up with candy

Don't mind suggestions

Don't give me anymore

Don't get twisted you don't like it you don't buy it

Choking on my own lies

The boyfriend takes the ring back

Leave my finger blue & swollen knock me inside out

I'm a little on the dark side

Black beauty in my coffee

I guess I'll keep on fucking up until I get it right

I'm a bad...I'm a bad loser

The day is ripe for monsters

So I take the dog out

The puppy runs away the kind of day I'm getting used to

Shitty broken gibson

Is all that I've got left now

Gonna beat it up until I'm satisfied

I'm a bad...I'm a bad loser

What've I got what've I got what've I what've I got to lose?

What would it take to find the shape to cure me?

What do I pay to sell that celluloid rosary?

They're right when they say the lion's got the best of me

I jump from chair to chair - is anybody satisfied? not me

I'm a bad...I'm a bad loser

What've I got what've I got what've I what've I got to lose