I pull my left hook hard again
I hock my "right way" out and then
I took the wrong way out again
I feed it back and bleed a friend
"Is it a fault that you try to pin
On everyone that you've ever lost?
Would you force it until it fits?
Is it the blood rush that you love?"
Now, I am stunted and blind
Would I have made any other choice?
I pull my left hook hard again
I hock my "right way" out and then
I took the wrong way out again
I feed it back and bleed a friend
I cut my loss as a good man does
Tease it out until the feeling comes
I cut as close as you know to look
It's just as much what you know I took
