Pathological

Friday night, the same damn scene

Suicide Tuesday, every single week

Drugs are bad, just like you

Couldn't stop even if I wanted to

The van needs gas, the guys need drinks

A government check signed off by the shrink

Is it true love, or just a good vibe

Or will we burn down like the last time

Abandon me, finally some honesty, everything is surfacing, I think that I could use a drink

Saturday night, the same routine

I’m out she’s home and she’s packing her things

I’ll call her, one last time

And it rings and rings till the phone dies

I medicate, almost every night

Put ‘em back put ‘em back ‘till it feels right

Is it true love or just a good high

I plead the fifth so I won't have to lie

Abandon me, finally some honesty, everything is surfacing, I think that I could use a drink

Don’t blame me, it’s pathological

It’s not my fault, it’s biological

I can’t stop, I’m diabolical

So don’t blame me, it’s pathological

So now you’re counting all the ones that you can’t get back

Lose control lose control, that you never you had

Why scratch the itch, just cut out the skin

Why get a fix when I can do the whole thing

So now you’re counting all the ones that you can’t get back

Lose control lose control that you never you had

Why scratch the itch, just cut out the skin

Why get a fix when I can do the whole thing

 

Abandon me, finally some honesty, everything is surfacing, nobody is listening

 

Don’t blame me, it’s pathological

It’s not my fault, it’s biological

I can’t stop, I’m diabolical

So don’t blame me, it’s pathological