I’ll surrender, if you’ll surrender, we’ll meet each other half way.
I found a lover, I know I love her, sometimes I have a hard time saving face.

Remember when you called me Hitler and I told you I don’t shave that way?
Take off your lipstick, cause it don’t mean shit, I like your lips to be bare anyway.

Now this body’s a mausoleum hiding the place where a man used to be.
Gotten to the point where I would rather be six feet under than here in my seat.

Nobody’s perfect under the surface, maybe I’ve been thinking too much when I should just sing.
And they’ll say: What’s all the commotion? Showing your emotion? Maybe that brain of yours has finally sprung a leak.

But I’ll surrender, if you’ll surrender, we’ll meet each other half way.

Melodramatic, stupid antics, my eyes look like I’ve been dead for three days.
I found a lover, I know I love her, sometimes I deserve a swift punch in the face.

Being nihilistic feels so intrinsic; I had it mastered by the age of eight.
Got pocket aces, managed to waste it, overplayed my hand with my staunch poker face.

Why am I always so fucking tired? And why can’t I get up today?
I bought some cookies to keep from crying, they’re Double Stuf and I’m stuffing my face.

And I’ll surrender, if you’ll surrender, we’ll meet each other half way.