Self Repair

I've been walking down these grisly tracks,

All I own on my back.

I don't know where I'm gonna go, safe to say this story's been told.

Self-repair, I've been this way too long.

Does she know what I do alone when I get off the phone?

I can say my spirits are down, I've been actin' a clown.

Twice a week and not a shot. A glance towards me and my insides rot.

Detest my feeling for they trap me in a cage. Searching for new ways to engage.

Does she know what I do alone when I get off the phone?

Close that door and sit right down. Peek to make sure no one is around...

Not sure she's worth this song. You bet I'm still waiting for her to prove me wrong.