Heads to tails to side that I'd lose
According to you, I'm made that way
Cut out from the early years
That you gave to me
Made of me
Made me want to spend hours
The only places I had power
Up alone in my tower
My thoughts: I'm rotten?
Am I?
Or can I change to the
Heavily jeweled boy I'm supposed to be
Do I want to change my name?
Or I could kill myself
It's all the same
If you draw
The picture of how you want me to act
I'd win the million dollar lottery
If I put my money
On the perfection of infected
Little defective plans
I'd rather be the man I am
Not worry bout
What I can or can't do
Look at me, trying
To deal with the dying fun innocence
Of a youth I'd consider so-so
Oh yeah, I don't think you know
How much I'd love to be mediocre
Innocence with a sense
Of dependence on sense
Defense to the offense
I took what I was lent
I'm not that bent
Can't you see I'm attempting?
You're not letting me win
Not when you control the dice
7, 11, or doubles is only trouble
Not reality
Not life
But gambling and smoking
Are what fools do
And I can learn to live with you
Till I move on
Visit quite a lot but not
Enough to row back to the damn dam
That blocks my flood of me
Hides from me the me I want to be
The me I'm me to be
My reality