Screwdriver

I lost my mind, won’t get it back
I lost my mind, I won’t get it back
I lost my mind, won’t get it back
Lost my mind, I won’t get it back

Listen all my sanity had naturally bore holes in my cranium
What fantasy would overtake me slightly overtake them?
Be a nasty freak so I’ll sit and die here anxiously
I could cut you up like it was too casually
Sick and tired of the pain and the agony
Would never stoop to a level
You prove to be lower than the dirt that’s under my boots
I conclude due to you I may have a screw loose or two
But you could never know that head in the clouds its the car
E you lack one phone call and I might just snap

I lost my mind, won’t get it back
I lost my mind, I won’t get it back
I lost my mind, won’t get it back
Lost my mind, I won’t get it back

We walk up in the line
As we get left behind
Yet people walk, but never talk
Yes, I will nod goodbye
We walk up in the line
As we get left behind
Yet people walk, but never talk
It’s like I’ve lost my mind

Like what can I stand hard stuff in
Much blood on my hands
My go roll of half of the plan
That’s chocking me out
Miss me with all the bullshit from your mouth
My emotions attached, but my mind I’ll never get it back
I guess I’ll never get it back
I’ll never ever get it back

I will never get it back