Spilling My Guts

I'll paint the pavement with my insides,

in a quiet corner with no one insight.

With a little help, with a little insight,

I guess I'll get out of this alive.

I guess I'm dead to you,

I might as well be,

I might as well see.

Wake up with the problems at the waist-height,

so I'm just breathing from above?

With a little help, with a little insight,

I guess I'll get out of this alive.

I guess I'm dead to you,

I might as well be,

you might as well see!