I've taken tongue to pen and ink to blood stream...

the venemous kind.

I've spilled my guts on your favorite blue jeans,

and you didn't mind.

It's not the way I want it.

It's just the way I see it.

I wish I didn't need it.

On the inside, the venom's not kind.

I wish I was a little more rock and less complicated.

I wish I was a little more rock.

This time it's not right.

The antedote.

It's all in the pre-screen and losing my mind.

I'll kill the chord instead of the rhyme scheme,

and everything's fine.

It's not the way I want it.

It's just the way I see it.

I wish I didn't feel it.

I wish I didn't need it.

On the inside, the venom feels fine.