I'm not sure if this is lovenToo much free time; too many drugsnAnd parking cars in alley waysnTo kill all the painnnWake up calls at 4 a.m.nTo find a fix, maybe a friendnJust somebody to listen whennYou don't quite make sensennWaiting rooms, hospital bedsnThe smell of this place gets in your headnAnd reeks of a life much shorter thannYou once imaginednnI watch their eyes cut through my bonesnI pray to God to save my soulnWatch my regrets rise up like ghostsnI buried them so long agonnFatal flaw attractionsnSome kind of chemical reactionnI'm starting over backwardsnI'm starting over backwardsnnAll the things I used to havenCigarette smoke, white pills and cashnThe purity it never lastsnI keep forgettingnnAnd all those friends who knew my namenThey weren't my friends, they were my chainsnIt's a narrow road, there's no debatenBut my crooked head won't stand up straightnnFatal flaw attractionsnSome kind of chemical reactionnI'm starting over backwardsnIt's the only way I know hownI'm starting over backwardsnIt's the only way I know hownnAll around me, all around menI watch everything disappear into itself.nAll around me, all around menIt's amnesia; I feel it alreadynnFatal flaw attractionsnSome kind of chemical reactionnI'm starting over backwardsnIt's the only way I know hownI'm starting over backwardsnIt's the only way I know how