21 days to the deadlinenGonna write myself up a new lifenA new excuse to cover up the abuse that I've been inducingnnTwist the blade the other waynI really need to feelnFor God's sake I'm illnAnd sick of taking all these brutal spillsnJust another ride around thisnYou might get the worst about menNow don't you go mouthing bad about mennI know that I don't show this heartbeat anymorenYou know you were half to blame nBut I'm not the type to play your gamenAfter all we're sick and we're our medicinenYeah we're such a wastennShape up cut up all the ties that bendnMy sanity's on the line and no one's left to blame but menAnd misery love company so please if it pulls you innEven if it pulls us innCan't count on menSo go cry to your mothernnI know that I don't show this heartbeat anymorenYou know you were half to blame nBut I'm not the type to play your gamenAfter all we're sick and we're our medicinenYeah we're such a wastennSo in this instantnWhere to escape my little mistressnYa she's my only witness that saw me take this to my gravennI know that I don't show this heartbeat anymorenYou know you were half to blame nBut I'm not the type to play your gamenAfter all we're sick and we're our medicinenYeah we're such a waste