I sleep with my enemies
I lie to my friends
I take out the garbage and bring it back in
I'm afraid of the dark but even more of the light
And I'm not really sure if I'll ever be right
I associate with all sorts of cheaters and pimps
All warm and cozy with demons and imps
Not trying to be dramatic
Or intentionally trite
But I'm not really sure if I'll ever be right
You could go ask my mother
If I knew where she gone
She got sick of dealing with me early on
You could go ask my wife but I don't think she'd say
She'll just cry and silently wonder why it turned out this way...
It's probably something that I should address
I'd put a gun to my head but I don't want the mess
Something's been lurking there all of my life
And I'm not really sure if I'll ever be right
I'm not really sure if I'll ever be right...