Sporadic Thoughts Will Pop Into My Head

His Palms Are Sweaty, Knees Weak, Arms Are Heavy There's Vomit On His Sweater Already, Mom's Spaghetti He's Nervous, But On The Surface He Looks Calm And Ready To Drop Bombs, But He Keeps On Forgettin' What He Wrote Down, The Whole Crowd Goes So Loud He Opens His Mouth, But The Words Won't Come Out He's Chokin', How, Everybody's Jokin' Now The Clocks Run Out, Times Up, Over, Blaow!

I'm Hatin' My Reflection, I Walk Around The House Tryin' To Fight Mirrors, I Can't Stand What I Look Like

You Know, Not To Sound Corny Or Nuthin', But I Felt Like A Fighter Comin' Up, Man. I Felt Like, You Know, I'm Being Attacked For This Reason Or That Reason, And I Gotta Fight My Way Through This.

It's A Trip When People Take Sobriety For Granted. Feeling Trapped In My Addiction And Then Getting Sober - You Appreciate It So Much More, Because I Didn't Know If I Would Ever Know What It's Like To Feel Normal Again, Ever.

You Can Try And Read My Lyrics Off Of This Paper Before I Lay 'em But You Won't Take The Sting Out These Words Before I Say 'em