Most Days I'm a Six

I'm only here because I heard your service was complementary and confidential Yes, I've done this before There was a stretch in high school at the suggestion of an old friend I took the questionnaire when I first came in, but answered with some reservation Having measured my condition and intent on a scale of one-to-ten Most days I'm a six and if some I'm a seven, f*ck, it's great It's like biting your lip during a speech and tasting the blood for a week Or having to run a half-marathon with shin splints and dirty knees It's like hiding behind an open door, stepping out and hip-firing Or not being able to sleep through the night and getting drunk on Listerine It's like heavy the oar to they who are tired, heavy the coat, heavy the sea But when I hit the beach I'll remove my Kevlar Cause I wanna die, but still be thought well of Maybe I'll fight a little and put on a good show, but as a target I'll keep steady my skull Yeah, when I hit the beach I'll remove my Kevlar Cause I wanna die, but still be thought well of Maybe I'll pray a little and talk to that Holy Ghost, try and secure salvation for my soul Cause I wanna die, but still be thought well of I wanna die, but still be thought well of It's like I wanna die, but still be thought well of