Home Of The Brave

I don't even feel it
But lord, how I need it
When I'm not with her, I'm not all myself
Sometimes have my breakfast right off of a mirror
And sometimes, I'll have it right out of a bottle

Come on
Come on

I'm gonna rip it up, tear it out
Gotta get it off of my soul

I don't even miss you
But that's 'cause I'm fucked up
And sure when it wears off
Then I will be hurting
And just 'cause the sun shines
When you're out of my time
And just 'cause I feel bad
And feel good to fly high

Come on
Come on

I'm gonna rip it up, tear it out
Gotta get you off of my soul