These Days -

Punching people in the brain

Seducing myself with the blame

For the anti-me antagonists

The army armed with tightened fists

Which is everyone everywhere

Punching myself in the brain

Reduce myself to loath and shame

I’m the anti-me antagonist

The mobbing mob with shot gun fists

Is still everyone everywhere

These days I’m a lover not a fighter

I’m a kisser not a biter

And there’s no such thing as right or wrong

Because everything’s just right

And it’s all because of you

Punching people in the brain

Seducing myself with the pain

Of the anti-me antagonists

The ganging gang with switch blade writsts

Which is everyone everywhere

Punching myself in the brain

Induce myself to go insane

Like the anti-me antagonists

The saintly saints with bandaged wrists

Which is everyone everywhere

These days I’m a lover not a fighter

I’m a kisser not a biter

And there’s no such thing as right or wrong

These days I’m a giver not a taker

I’m a goodness sake forsaker

And there’s not such thing as right or wrong

Because everything’s just right

And it’s all because of you

The days of nothing are gone

You’re the realness I rely on

The days of nothing are gone

You’re the realness I rely on