woke up at six a.m.   infomercial screaming at me   i sat up in my clothes again   with everything still dreaming at me   i've got to stop this ritual   of getting drunk and dodging ghosts   forgive me, my sordid whims   i always hurt the ones who love me most       this could be my last confession       i was talking high, searching low   for the answer in disguise   with a smile that was hurting so   i kept myself anesthetized   everybody's weak somewhere and   man i ain't too proud to share    i’m right here, right or wrong   i got no halo, you knew this all along       and you come with your blind justice   i trust you more than i trust myself       this could be my last confession, kiss the wasted days goodbye   this could be my last confession, you could be the reason why   this could be       ‘cause i'm sick of walking these dirty streets looking to cop   and i'm sick of looking at jails and judges and cops   and i'm sick and tired of being sick and tired of hearing myself complain       this could be my last confession, kiss the wasted days goodbye   this could be my last confession, you could be the reason why   you could be my new obsession, this could be my last confession