Wait Out The Wreck

I don't do that shit to myself anymore
I keep it away from me
I don't want to live like I'm dead anymore, so
Keep that away from me
We broke all the bread
Argued through every side, now
What's there to do but leave?
You can tailor the truth, make it look how you like, but
That didn't work for me

You talk with your hands
And break bricks with your head
You're black and you're blue
And a matter of when

And I can't wait around for bad news anymore
I keep it away from me

You talk with your hands
And break bricks with your head
You're black and you're blue
And a matter of "when"
You pray with a wink
Fingers crossed in your bed
That you'll wait out the wreck

Well, I can't hang around to find out anymore
I'll keep it away from me ?