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 Now I have a nagging flaw I never saw it sneaking upIt wrapped it's dirty arms around me
 Pockets full of blood
 After I had seen the sight I hardly had a choice to fight
 A nail snuck out behind the van and it hit me
 Through my sweater and my shirt
 And when I looked at Michael he heard 'I need to be alone'
 But when he turned his head, I soon corrected 'Need to be at home'
 It took me all this time to get where I said I would never be
 And I hope it's not even out there
 I hope eventually you'll see what you've been turning me into
 It's all for you
 It feels like 37 years and I am nothing but a bank
 If we could build our credit score, 'Incredible,' they'll surely say
 But I can credit only one to focus all the fame
 It has the first and last, even the middle of my very name
 I am the greatest man that never lived and now I never sleep
 I never lost a fight but never knew I started one the same
 I never knew how capable I would become
 I'm tired of talking to a wall when I could talk to someone else
 It's got seven days without a word
 And you're with someone somewhere else
 My daughter, she barely eats
 She barely sleeps
 She barely speaks
 My daughter, she barely eats
 She barely sleeps
 She barely speaks to me
 
 (To me, to me)
 We spent the most of nights defending fights you fought in the past
 But it was different now and I'm entirely too drunk to ask
 (To me, to me)
 You spend most every day enjoying the sun and hoping it lasts
 I have a funny gut and feeling doubtful you'll get it back
 (To me, to me)
 I have a funny gut and feeling doubtful you'll get it back
 (To me, to me)
 I have a funny gut and feeling doubtful you'll get it back
 Alcohol, dirty malls, Pensacola, Florida bars
 Alcohol, dirty malls, Pensacola, Florida bars (My daughter, she barely sleeps)
 Alcohol, dirty malls, Pensacola, Florida bars (She barely speaks)
 Alcohol, dirty malls, Pensacola, Florida bars (My daughter, she barely eats)
 Alcohol, dirty malls, Pensacola, Florida bars (She barely sleeps)
 Alcohol, dirty malls, Florida bars (She barely speaks to me)
 
 
		
		
	
 
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