Seazon of the Fly the bank of time

It’s two fifteen in the a.m. Wednesday night
This heat will be the death of me, and I burn on the inside
Lay awake in my room, and wish that I could erase a few things
Some decisions were ill advised
(I’ll probably never change)
‘Cuz the scariest part of all is I like the way I am
and the scariest part of all is I like the way I am
and the scariest part of all is…
I can’t get over it! I’m lead to the next!
I can’t get under it! To tear it out!
It was the corner of my life, mid July, two thousand five
What was I thinking?
Ninety six was yesterday, damn it sure does go by
Constant withdrawals and no deposits
(I though I would never change)
‘Cuz the scariest part of all is I like the way I am
and the scariest part of all is I like the way I am
and the scariest part of all is I like the way I…
I can’t get over it! I’m lead to the next!
I can’t get under it! To tear it out!
(I like the way I can’t get under it to tear it out)