The Way I’m Fucking Made

There's a bullet on my bed stand
There's a lost soul in my home
Daily conversations with a dead man
We drink until the whiskey burns my throat
I stopped telling people when I'm down
Cause I don't like to fucking talk now yeah
I stopped telling people my thoughts
Cause they never like the shit that comes out
Tell me what I should say
This is the way I'm made
And I can't ever change
I wouldn't anyway
Tell me what I should say
This is the way I'm made
And I can't ever change
I wouldn't anyway
Anyway
There's a Beretta in my left
An empty hole burning in my chest
A fallen angel crawling in my own skin
I'm sure it's safe to keep him as my guest
I stopped telling people when I'm down
Cause I don't like to fucking talk now yeah
I stopped telling people my thoughts
Cause they never like the shit that comes out
Tell me what I should say
This is the way I'm made
And I can't ever change
I wouldn't anyway
Tell me what I should say
This is the way I'm made
And I can't ever change
I wouldn't anyway
Anyway
I can't change the way I'm fucking made
But deep down I don't want to change a fucking thing
But deep down I don't want to change a fucking thing
I can't change the way I'm fucking made
But deep down I don't want to change a fucking thing
But deep down I don't want to change a fucking
Tell me what I should say
This is the way I'm made
And I can't ever change
I wouldn't anyway
Tell me what I should say
This is the way I'm made
And I can't ever change
I wouldn't anyway
Anyway