Saw your face in the liquor store reflective case

But I didn't recognize you then as foe or friend

Rang me up for a 20-pack of 7-up

Thought the carbonation do me well

Convenient hell

All I want is to wake up and know myself

Through the blur of the smoke and mascara

No paint could make me anyone else

Sometimes I get lost in the feeling, the taste, the smell

I'll stand on the edge here forever

One block from a convenient hell

Trapped inside broken mirror of a trapdoor mind

Haven't heard from me in days turned weeks

A dismal scene

But I can testify

I've told a couple lies

But I've been wanting to clean up

Yea I've been trying to clean up

Just let me testify

I've told a couple lies

But I've been wanting to clean up

But sometimes wanting ain't

Enough

Enough

All I want is to wake up and know myself

Through the blur of the smoke and mascara

No paint could make me anyone else

Sometimes I get lost in the feeling, the taste, the smell

I'll stand on the edge here forever

One block from a convenient hell