Poets Of The Fall

Gotta get a hold of myself…
I see them gathering around
And they need me to do their will.
It’s like I’m standing again
On the same window-sill…
Am I happy on the pill?
If I wanna be the man
Should I open my wrist again?
Would that make it excellent, yeah…
If I wanna be the one,
Should I book me an interview
To get me an audition?
Save me,
I’m my own worst enemy,
Running headlong to the wall ’cause I want my freebie.
Save me,
You’re the only out I see
And I need your love the most when I least deserve it.
Gotta get a shot of something