What day is it? Am I still young?    My empty head where good fell out   And strength ain't muscle, make your bomb   Excuse; your roots, this place your mom?   And twisted as I feel dissolved   We drive alone pissed up on doubt   I'm not mad    I'm not mad   I screwed up    I screwed it, I screwed it   I screwed up   Now you pick up where I left off,   Cause I won't take it far enough   And I have always let you down   Trapped in your world that I held up   Bellow out repressed ship & sail   Throwout your regret, days i killed   I'm not mad   I'm not mad   I screwed up   I screwed it up   I screwed it, I screwed it   I screwed up