I think I had the time of my lifeCause I woke up with my head in a vice tied real tightOn the floor in the guest bedroom of a stranger's houseGot the case of the what, when, who and howCouldn't let this happenThis is seven years straight but hey, who's counting?We're kicking the habits, yeah!Oh! Alright!I remember when we were childrenI remember when we were goldenDidn't need a drop to feel okayDidn't need a phone glued to my faceBefore the s were burnt but being built upI didn't have a crutch, didn't need a crutchSo I broke my legs so my friends would carry meCause I am born and bred to beSome kind of ordinary freakI am fragile, I am weakGotta escape my own head and breathe and get out of my wayOut of my own way, out of my own wayWe're kicking the habits, yeah!Oh! Alright!I think it's about time to cut myself back down to sizeEmphasize the things I hate, cut them off like dead weightI can't stand myself sometimes, I can barely stand on myOwn two feet without sympathy from everyone I knowCause I am born and bred to beSome kind of ordinary freakI am fragile, I am weakGotta escape my own head and breathe and get out of my wayOut of my own way, out of my own wayBorn and bred to beI'll carry me homeCause I am born and bred to beSome kind of ordinary freakI am prideful, I am meekGotta escape my own head and breathe and get out of my wayOut of my own way, out of my own way
