300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues

I'm calling out to ghosts that are no longer there I'm gettin' hard on myself, sittin' in my easy chair Well, there's three people in the mirror And I'm wonderin' which one of them I should choose But I can't keep from laughin' Spittin' out these 300 Mile Per Hour Outpour Blues I'm breakin' my teeth off tryin' to bite my lip There's all kinds of red-headed women that I ain't supposed to kiss And it's that color which never fails to turn me blue So I just swallow it and hold onto it And use it to scare the hell out of you I have a woman, says, "Come and watch me bleed" And I'm wonderin' just how I can do that And still give her everything that she needs Well, there's three people in my head that have the answer And one of them's got to be you But you're holding tight to it, the answer Singin' these 300 Mile Per Hour Outpour Blues And the roads are covered with a million little molecules Of cigarette ashes and the school floors are covered With pieces of pencil eraser, too Well, sooner or later, the ground's gonna be holdin' all of my ashes, too But I can't help but wonder if after I'm gone Will I still have these 300 mile per hour, finger breaking No answers, broken back, dirty cancer, bee stung and busted up Empty cup torrential outpour blues?