face it you re not you re not for me face it you won t set me free it seemed like a good idea at the time the way the roads to hell are designed i should have left well enough alone i m better off counting toothpicks i can t be anything you like no matter how hard you fucking try i m hanging up the phone ain t no right way to right this cruise ship you can call me crying every night you can send that coke head to pick a fight i ll take the split lips and black eyes this song is fucking stupid i know i m foolish to think that i can make a difference but i ve got a problem with drinking and throwing kitchen sinks face it you re not for me you can t set me free this city isn t just a skyline your problems are more than white lies your hands look so small when they re sitting in mine this city isn t just a skyline your problems are more than white lies your hands look so small when they re sitting in mine this city isn t just a skyline your problems are more than white lies your hands look so small when they re sitting in mine