I picked a fight I knew I could never win,
When the punching started, I took it on the chin,
I stayed on my feet as long as I could,
When I hit the ground, I finally understood
That all of this excitement,
Is boring me to death,
So I’m throwing up my hands,
And catching my breath
I felt as rusty as a weather vane,
I felt as spun out as a hurricane,
I saw someone in the mirror I didn’t recognize,
And I saw something slowly dying behind those eyes
Another wasted night,
Another last cigarette,
Another chance to ask myself:
“How dumb can you get?”
Now all of this excitement,
Is boring me to death,
So I’m throwing up my hands,
And catching my breath
Now all of this excitement,
Is scaring me to death,
So I’m throwing up my hands,
And catching my breath

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