I can't handle opening lines They stick to my tongue Or I simply can't find them And when they finally realize The person's moved away And self-sarcasm fills my mind And I don't really get butterflies Just my chest fills with bricks And my body feels inclined to break down I guess that's where we start this time (1-2-3!) Let's take a trip between my ears Under my bed, uncover my fears I'm trying my best to keep my chin up Though I'm kneeling at the chopping block And I ignore the future to avoid the shakes I'm up all night Just for the sake of staying awake I bruise myself to the music I wish I could make