Painting over portraits again, I pretend
This isn't how I knew it would end
Cause there are no more pages in my book
And there is too much ink in my pen
So now I'm wishing that the cycle would end, so then
I'd learn to be somebody's man
Cause there is too much history for the history books
And I'd like to start them again
No other feeling could feel so traditional
Cause every year I end up here
Another year and I'm still here
Looking in the mirror, I'm sure I'm sure
And I didn't do those things from before
Cause there is no more time left on the clock
And you are walking out the front door
So now I'm learning to be wrong even more, the whore
The emptiness I try to ignore
Cause there are no more bullets in my gun
And I am trying to prepare for a war
No other feeling could feel so traditional
Cause every year I end up here
Another year and I'm still here
"I'll take it out on myself, I'll take it out on my friends"
"I've got this knife to my throat, and there's this blood on my hands"
And that's just one of the many problems I will never be able to fix
I believe I am making everyone's lives around me worse
I am a disease to my friends and family
No other feeling could feel so traditional
Cause every year I end up here
Another year and I'm still here