300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues

I'm bringing back ghosts that are no longer there

I'm getting hard on myself sitting in my easy chair

Well, there's three people in the mirror and I'm wondering which one of them I should choose

Well, I can't keep from laughing, spitting out these 300 mile per hour outpour blues

I'm breaking my teeth off trying 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 on to it and use it to scare the hell out of you

I have a woman says, "Come and watch me bleed"

And I'm wondering 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 has got to be you

But you're holding tight to it, the answer, singing these 300 mile per hour outpour blues

Put on gloves, a tied scarf, and wrap up warm on this winter night

Every time you get defensive, you're just looking for a fight

It's safe to say somebody out there's got a problem with almost anything you'll do

Well, next time they stab you, don't fight back, just play the victim, instead of playing the fool

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 holding all of my ashes too

But I can't help but wonder if after I'm gone, will I still have these three hundred mile per hour

Finger breaking, no answers, broken back, dirty cancer, bee-stung and busted up, empty cup, torrential outpour blues

One thing's for sure, in that graveyard, I'm gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes