P.O.S.

Tough questions, why you talking to me?

Just look the other way, I ain't got much to see

Lost my best friend years ago and now she's dead

So I spent my last bit of cash on cigarettes

Well, if I'm a piece of shit, then I guess I got a reason for it

And if I'm as good as gone, I guess I'll move along

Bad habits, getting damn sick of it

Losing grip and I never learn when to quit

If I'm a piece of shit, I got a reason for it

I talked to God about all the bad I'd done

And He said, "Son, you gotta learn to be someone"

So I packed the car, escaped town with a damn guitar

'Cause you never fucking cared, I never needed you there

Well, if I'm a piece of shit, then I guess I got a reason for it

And if I'm as good as gone, I guess I'll move along

Bad habits, getting damn sick of it

Losin' grip and I never learn when to quit

If I'm a piece of shit, I got a reason for it

If I'm a piece of shit, I got a reason for it

If I'm a piece of shit, I got a reason for it

If I'm a piece of shit, I got a reason for it

If I'm a piece of shit, I got a reason for it