I can't tell you what a privilege it is

To believe in nothing at all

I wage my own personal war in my head

I can't feel my feet but somehow I keep walking

The best things in my life have cost me

More than I was willing to pay

But what do i know, I'm just a geek from Long Island?

And someday i will mean something to someone

Every moment of pleasure is purchased

With an equal moment of pain

I remember that night overlooking the Badlands

When I learned the true meaning of freedom in the rain

I've been lost & I've been afraid

I belong in an early grave

I've had to live with my sins & regrets

And none of it mattered

Cuz none of this matters

Everything tastes like ashes

When you're smoldering on the inside

Oh, she lit a fire deep within me

I look at her now & wonder what I was thinking

The longer you stay the more trouble you get into

This is going to hurt you more than me

Don't you wish sometimes you could burn words?

I should of known better you should have treated me better

The more that you care you're most certainly to lose it

I shall welcome my death when it comes

Is it too much to ask for you to speak to me like a poet

So I walked through a labyrinth in Bozeman, Montana

I've been lost & I've been afraid

I belong in an early grave

I've had to live with my sins & regrets

And none of it mattered

Cuz none of this matters

Oh, I love small towns in the mountains

The higher the better I say

Oh, my heart lies somewhere in Central New Mexico

A quiet little place with lots of noisy waters

And I was there on the night of the floods

Just up the hill from the Downs

While unfortunate souls were losing their homes

We were smoking & drinking while the Jones' Boys were singing

I've been lost & I've been afraid

I belong in an early grave

I've had to live with my sins & regrets

And none of it mattered

Cuz none of this matters

I've been sad & I've been alone

I will never know what it means to be home

From a pit of Hell I was thrown

And none of it mattered cuz none of this matters

Dope Head Joe was a brother of mine

And I miss him dearly every time

When I think of when we drive out to Globe

Now he's carefully careless with beautiful angels