How I Survived Bobby Mackey's Personal Hell

Well, if there's one thing that I'm sure of It's that I think too much about shit that doesn't matter And I don't think enough about things that make a difference But would that even make a difference? Doing anything at all would be overkill You left some holes in the plotline I left some holes in your clothes And we can argue semantics over who left who first But one thing's for sure, I needed you most You left some holes in the plotline I left some holes in your clothes And we can argue semantics over who left who first But one thing's for sure, I needed you most I'm not good at very much But I've got just a few exceptional skills That I doubt anyone could hold a candle to For instance, I can go three months or more Without ever being sure of anything And I can transcend my existence with thoughts and words And when I say transcend, I mean demean You left some holes in the plotline I left some holes in your clothes And we can argue semantics over who left who first But one thing's for sure, I needed you most Nothing says I miss you quite like "I'm running out of time" Nothing says I hate you now like getting sweat stains on a knife I am killing time with a razor blade It is begging for its life I am killing time with a razor blade It is begging for its life You left some holes in the plotline I left some holes in your clothes And we can argue semantics over who left who first But one thing's for sure, I needed you most