fighting myself

on the run since before ever after

standard family disaster

lovers

brothers

other bastards

told me where to go

i shook my lumps

then took off running

short on wisdom

wits

or cunning

one for all

but all for nothing

into the unknown

there's no point to waste the blame

i've never been strictly speaking sane

i should have known fresh dirt won't wash old stains away

i tried to drown your memory

it learned to swim and clung to me

kissed my cheek sadistically

and dragged me down below

there's no point to waste the blame

i've never been strictly speaking sane

i should have known fresh dirt won't wash old stains away

i was so angry then

in psychic self-defense

wasting energy

fighting something i couldn't see. just fightin' myself

i know time unfolds and then it tangles

strings attached and feelings mangled

some threads are severed

some still dangle

some just drift away

there's no point to waste the blame

i've never been strictly speaking sane

i should have known fresh dirt won't wash old stains away

the last thing i tried to do was end up hurting you

i found my enemy staring back from the mirror at me

i've been fightin' myself

fightin' myself

there's nobody in the ring but me

i broke some things i know just can't be fixed

while i fought for what i wanted more than anything

you stuck around for kicks