The Fox

Loneliness and solitude, a fine line in between Crushed under a rock, a hard place was my phony self esteem Emotional survival skills keep me safe like the fox Defeated by the day's end or maybe my attitude sucks And the boozy late night chats with myself are the best conversations I never really take my own advice So I light three more darts and wake up coughing in the morning Permanent hangover will suffice Some call it the real world others call it life I just call it being maladjusted Time may heal some things but all things it consumes Before I start already done and dusted It's my own fault It's my own fault It's my own fault, yeah It's my own fault It's my own fault And the devil greeted me with a smile He said 'hey I'm gonna be here for awhile' So sit down and poor yourself another drink Nights like these aren't for thinking ahead We'll just laugh and smoke and drink 'til we're dead These troubles won't be forever, so why fret today The here and now is the only, 'cause nothing's here to stay I could not be saved, but I didn't wanna be I could not be saved, but I didn't wanna be I could not be saved, but I didn't wanna be I didn't wanna be I didn't wanna be