My guitar's got a leak And you've been pouring out Now every time I start to speak I atrophy, I fall right down You worry in your sleep I watch your furrowed brow I hope that you're not too worried about me 'Cause I'm gon' be alright somehow I wonder what you think If you think I'm a tool Like I'm the first guy to write a song about Fight Club To try explaining this shit to you I promise not to leave I couldn't if I tried Don't know who else I would sing about And I'm so bad at being alone at night But I'll be alright somehow I'm gonna make it out Can you see what I see? From the corner of my eye I've been seeing such peculiar things Enough to make a grown man cry These floorboards tend to creak Whenever you walk by I think they call it codependency I'm scaring me, myself, and I But I'll be alright somehow I'm gonna make it out We're gonna work it out And I'll never shut you out