Anymore

I jump out of bed, grab my keys and my wallet I think I'm running late again

I'm doing 50 in a 40 off a 30 I'm tripping, I think that this road's a dead end

I don't like the sound of my heart when it beats and it pounds

And I don't like my voice, you can pick any record of choice

And now you know the face that the devil can make when he's eating alive at your soul

And now I miss the days when you looked in my face and you said that you see the whole world

But I won't hate your soul anymore

You don't act the same way as when I first met you

And I'm handing myself all the blame

I get caught up in the wreckage of my self-reflection and it leaves me with nothing but shame