My Mission Drive, is to open up my eyes,
and I don't car who wants to stare these days.
To realize, to be brought back down to size,
the wicked lies and all the sh**e you say.
I'm not losing my mind,
no I'm not changing my lines,
I'm just learning new things with the pa**age of time.
I'm looking on the bright side,
I wear it like a bruise,
I've never loved Elvis,
and I've never sung the blues.
I'm thinking of another man,
I remind myself of him,
I wear him like a hairstyle,
or a stain upon my skin,
but, my flesh is getting cleaner,
and my hair is growing thin.