Slam the door and grab the phone
like a pistol against my head
ask your machine where are you
damn it never knows
did i just leave a message or a suicide note?
try to suck the words back down my throat
and i don't know how long i can hold out
hold on, hold on

when i see ya girl i wanna change,
my clothes, my eyes, my hair, my face,
gotta get away, so i can be myself
myself

now youre staring in the mirror
trying to see what i see
till you don't even recongnize yourself
darting empty bottles and broken glass
all tangled up in you, you
but everyone's got someone they can't have
i got you

when i see ya girl i wanna change
my clothes, my eyes, my hair, my face
i'll be anything, but i can't be myself, myself

i dont know how long i can hold out
i don't know how long i can hold out

tonight this phone feels like a pistol,
black and cold against my temple
did i leave a message or a suicide note
(i don't know how long i can hold out)
suck the words back down my throat
(i don't know how long i can hold out)
gotta suck the words back down my throat

when i see ya girl i wanna change,
my clothes, my eyes, my hair, my face
and every word that gets away is going off like a cherry bom

like a shmuck outta luck
full of sand in the clover
im bendin im breakin
i'm shaking all over
i'll be anything, but i cant be myself, myself, myself

got me slipping and sliding and tossing and turning
and coming and creaming
and crashing and burning
i'll be anything, but i can't be myself, myself
myself

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