Bruised Rare Americans

[Verse 1]
Anything can happen
Anything happens all the time
I was down, down, down, on my down low luck
I had that attitude like, "Man, who gives a fuck?"
So I take the road, almost everybody takes it
So I take the road, off the exit sign that says "fake it"
I want to climb, climb, climb, I want to carry, carry, carry
I want to grow up, have a kid or two, and get married
So I need to take these fingertips, get a goddamn grip
On this fast-slipping cliff, make a list, load these lips

[Pre-Chorus]
You can do this
You can do this, man
You can do this
You can do this, man

[Chorus]
I lied, I lied, I lied, I lied, was sittin' on the truth
Oh, why, why, why do I do the things I do?
What to choose? What to do? I'm fuckin' bruised
Fuckin' bruised, fuckin' bruised

[Post-Chorus]
I'm fuckin' bruised
I'm fuckin' bruised