Cross my heart. I don't want to die.
But heaven knows it seems like I try.
Lost in a labyrinth for weeks on end.
I live and learn from my mistakes, then forget them again.
Got a feeling in my stomach and it just won't quit.
It's subtle as a shotgun. Heavy as a brick.
Because I'm staring at the devil and the truth of it is,
he's a lot more familial than I'd care to admit.
If only I could focus, maybe if I could see.
If I didn't know any better I would say he looks just like me.