Johnny Manchild & The Poor Bastards
What Good Am I
Give up the feelings you get, the highs, the lows and the last cigarette of your life
The knife will cut never again, give the pain, give the love, take the medicine
And you'll never regret, take it in and reset, lose it all

Good for the moment, so own it and let yourself live, outside your mind
Thoughts in their place, on your face lies the trace of a smile, loving and kind
Everything's vivid and clear, but the image is lost, just colors and lines
Breaking yourself to connect to your health, but in turn, you're losing the time

I'm embarrassed, I'll admit it's further than I thought I'd let it go
But now, I'm stumbling for words

I'm breaking off a piece, releasing this, maybe I'll never be the same
With all of the rain, what good is my sky?

So I adjust as I must if I wish to align, and straighten my mind
Days go unnoticed, it's good, I suppose I could say I'm feeling fine
But where is my terror? My gut wrenching flares that compose and arrange on the lines
Should I expect if neglecting my hectic desire, my hands should resign?

Take a moment, let it hit you, thoughts can take you, shake you, grip you
Take your heart, collapse and tear it, but it's not without its merit
Everything is worth its while, savage thoughts can make you smile
Art is art and hearts, are smart to let us forge a brighter start

I'm breaking off from these releases, who's to say I shouldn't be this way?
Without all my pain, what good am I?