Want to Be

I keep circling back to that time in my life where I lay face down in bottles and stains
Previously I focused on miles and miles of pain
Issac had this sour look and I had such a sour look
I missed my ticket back before she could cheat and leave me

I wish I had not
Traded my jacket back for a ride to sour Ohio
I live in stitches and scars I left me
As I sing along to my body being ripped from dick to feet

I'd like to satisfy my urges
To kill a hundred people or drink a tall can
I swiftly change the channel I listen to
Because it reminds of a dead man

I wish that I could tell you I'm happy
I wanna be, I wanna be
But all the bes and wants and wishes
Can never bring me back from apathy

I sip my glass and stop wishing a sing a prayer and I go fishing
For a name or for a number, I slip and scream in my cringing

I wanna, want to be (x2)