Instigate.
I'm sick of it...

I'm tired of being the bad guy
I'm tired of you pretending that what you do isn't...

The wave breaks like some fine liquor bottle
I look how I feel and now I know I feel awful...

My hands were shaking
That's how bad I wanted to go home...

Morning flirts with the hills
Pink clouds behind the mountains...

Give me something how bout answers maybe?
Give something how bout bullets maybe give me a...

Make me numb
Leave me cold...

Dull
A butter knife...

Pen pressing scribbling pain
Writing or bleeding happening again...

I made it clearer than crystal
But you swore it was not straight...

Now we begin the parades
Pink and red and white...

Something to remember one year's day
I love you Teddy, it's not just something I say...