Apparently I got world war three inside of me

I got a fucking war in me

Dear Tim, stop screaming. Who the fuck do you think you're convincing?

You keep screaming about the things that you won't change

You keep screaming about the worst things in your brain

Your El trains only illuminate bad scenes

Your own brain creates the war you wage

No, I think I did it again. I wrote about my pain with a pen

No, I think I did it again. I wrote about the worst things in my head

Yeah, I think we got a whole fucking lot to learn

Dear Tim, stop screaming. Who the fuck do you think you're convincing?

You keep screaming about the things that you won't change

You keep screaming about the worst things in your brain

Your El trains only illuminate bad scenes

Your own brain creates the war

When will you figure it out?

You find comfort in these cynical songs

And if that's where you've been then it's where you belong

Right now I'd rather play guitar than sing

To avoid all the bad news I feel so compelled to bring

To avoid all the sad song I feel so compelled to say

Dear Tim, stop screaming. Who the fuck do you think you're convincing?

You keep screaming about the things that you won't change

You keep screaming about the worst things in your brain

Your El trains only illuminate bad scenes

Your own brain creates the war

I got world war three