Ghost of the Mantis, Pt. 1

I'm sure you

You cut your throat in the morning

Cause the mirrors hard to quit.

And that's razor kills

But you never, give that ounce of pressure to break your skin.

Oh I don't care what it takes

The pill is bluer, judging by the taste

And don't go down without a broken fist to show for yourself

And may your feet find comfort in the stories they could tell

You're living well, so let us drink to our health

Another day to remember watch what you say

Watch what you say

I've lived so long for it to feel so short

I guess that's a better dose than growing out of all my favorite clothes

But I do, oh I do

Oh, I'm over it

Deciding who, who's under attack

So waste not, want not, wash your hands, clean your shoes

Don't pump gas in your favorite pair of suede boots

Don't say thing to me

What you mean, what you mean to me

Because I won't be