So I took my medication and I poured my trauma out On some sad-eyed middle aged man's overpriced new leather couch. And we argued about Jesus, finally found some middle ground, I said "I'm cured". And I divvied up my anger into thirty separate parts Keep the bad shit in my liver and the rest around my heart. But I ignore things, and I move sideways Until I forget what I felt in the first place. At the end of the day I know there are worse ways To stay alive. 'Cause everyone's growing and everyone's healthy I'm terrified that I might never have met me. Oh, if my engine works perfect on empty I guess I'll drive.