LYRICS:
I get a couple of calls from a couple of telemarketers
Asking me if I will buy the latest pill to make me happy
I haven't been to a bar since I got this ugly scar inside my head
Sometimes I wish that I was dead
Don't you dare ask what's wrong when it's you who put this scar there
With your too-tight jeans and your curly bouncing hair
If you weren't so selfish, I might want a bride
Instead of staying in my prison, I might go outside
With a guitar in my hands, I've been to many foreign lands
All the while in a white room, I swear I'll never be a groom
What it would've taken was one date, that would then seal your fate
As being the girl, who saved me from hanging in my cell
Bridge????
I'm ready to go away, so far away that after today
You will not be able to tell where in the hell my contrails lead
Every bit of hypocritical madness will cause me to fill with gladness
When I see the last of it disappearing in my rear view mirror
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