Tongue-Splitter Protest The Hero

[Verse 1]
Psychotherapist once claimed I had acute neurosis
Well, I only said a couple words and he made his diagnosis
He said I could say whatever I want because I never chose this
So I spat, grinned and I looked at him and blew him a Glasgow kiss, look out now

I close just one eye, and let a part of me die
Never too sure if it's the truth or a lie

I'm not asking for your pity "Oh woe is me" sarcastically
I'm not losing sleep pathetically while waxing so poetically

But I'm waning, waning alphabetically
As I keep dropping bombs
Dropping bombs
Dropping bombs apologetically

It was a wicked whimpering Winnipeg night
When my tongue grew wings and took to flight
The thought had never crossed my mind before that moment
Is the truth so bent it can't be broken?

[Verse 2]
My jealousy got the best of me
And had a conference with the rest of me
It said, "If this is all that's left for me
Then there's a little room for regret."
Little voice
Little voice
Little voice inside my head said
"If you don't regret nothing then you might as well be dead, might as well be dead."