I know I'm messing upnI got this scar on my arm to really prove itnI know this window's toughnBut can it stop a body from falling through it?nnI know I'm going downnI really think I'm donennCause you know it's about time that gravity met this ginnWrap it up with duct tape and lay me outnnI know I'm messing upnWith a topic that's surely gonna piss you offnI know my timing sucksnAnd the way I slur my words, I don't mean itnnBut oh, I'm thinking way too muchnIf I could shut this offnI'd be a better man, I'd learn to step it upnYes, I'm coming up shortnWhat we need isn't a storynBut someone younger just to sell it to.nnThe Mission sucked me upnThe nights I never came homenAnd weekends, the warriors, they never gotta prove itnThey can dry out with the sunnThen sit around with the kids in some kitchen or some bathroomnI'll be mumbling when I finally hit the ground