My Bich

I tried to be a drunk

But I laid down and got the spins

Asked for depression pills

The Doc sent b12 vitamins

And sometimes I down Dayquil

But call it Phenylephrine

Dropping pheny and I hit the bar

What a stupid way to be hard

What am I afraid of

It's good to hurt again

I forgot how to make love

But I'm great at make pretend

It's hard to admit

But somehow I keep fucking myself up

By being a dumb shit

I've lost too many years

It's time to fix the problem and move on

Take the fear and face it

And make it my bitch

So I'm a nervous wreck

I check my confidence at the door

Damn I wish I had a dog

So I could blame it on her

So what if this don't last

There's still a you in premature

And the word mature as well

Well that's what I tell myself