I walked out of bed today
Not a stumble, but a stride
It\'s something I\'ve taken to ill posture
But why ever bother
We all know God\'s a lie
So I\'m on my medium horse
But how long until I buck myself off?
Is it I who spurs my own ankles?
Well, I\'ll keep cursing myself in the mirror
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Where\'s the low tide?
Isn\'t this the cue for teenage implosion?
Still kicking around
And I haven\'t been high in two weeks
Guess I\'m getting better
But I bet against my own odds
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When was it ever alright, to be alright?