Protest The Hero

Psycho therapist once claimed I had acute neurosis
Well I only said a couple words and he made his diagnosis
He said I could say whatever I want because I never chose this
So I spat, grinned, then I looked at him and I blew him a Glasgow kiss so come on!
Close just one eye, let a part of me die
Never too sure if it's the truth or a lie
I'm not asking for your pity, woe is me sarcastically
I'm not losing sleep pathetically while waxing so poetically
But I'm waning waiting alphabetically
As I keep dropping bombs
Dropping bombs
Dropping bombs apologetically
It was a wicked whimpering Winnipeg night
When my tongue grew wings and took to flight
The thought had never crossed my mind before that moment
It's the truth so bent, it can't be broken
Jealousy got the best of me and had a conference with the rest of me
And said if this is all that's left for me then there's little room for regret