Blackout

Blackout, a poison mouth
Covered in blood, trying to calm me down
Spitting vitriol and vomit down the bathroom sink

And do you think
That it's too broke to fix?
A mess that you can't clean
That I was made with an affliction you can't treat
A pile of broken wires
Screaming out into a violent symphony
Is there something wrong with me?

The way down, I dragged it out
Took my time to burn everything to the ground
And what's left now?
A broken mind
And a hollowed out shell
Screaming that I'm sorry
When I don't know what that means

And is that me?
Standing in the street
And cursing out your name to make
Another drunken scene
There's something wrong with me
There's something wrong with me
There's something wrong with