It's a freudian complex.
The easier it is the harder I try to get out of it.
I'm the first to admit it.
When the cigarette's lit only to be extinguished.

It's a grouche complex.
You don't love me anyway.
You're better off without me
(At least that's what i'll say)

It depends on the light, I'm only suicidal tonight.
On the outside looking in.
My self destructisism's my only fight.
'Cause I don't play to win.

Try to put my finger on it.
Then frustrated put my fist through the sheetrock.
Wish I could say "it's kept me honest"
But I know all in all it has not come to grips with detachment disorders self diagnosis.
So don't need to hear it from nobody then retire to my quarters in the midst of a grip of what'd be percieved as ocds.

It depends on the light, I'm only suicidal tonight.
On the outside looking in.
My self destructisism's my only fight.
'Cause I don't play to win.

It depends on the light, I'm only suicidal tonight.
On the outside looking in.
My self destructisism's my only fight.
'Cause I don't play to win.
I don't play to win.
I don't play to win.
I don't play to win.