Hey Mr. cage man let me get a fresh breath. Cherry bomb head strong I could fake my own death. Hey Mr. fate man shuffle me a ninth life. I've been wrong go long. Throwing me a sharp right. It's not a picture perfect life. Not what I had in mind. Let me write my own line. I've got this place. That I've filled with empty space. Oh I'm trying not to face what I've done. My hopeless opus. I'm in this race and I'm hoping just to place. Oh I'm trying not to face what's become of me. My hopeless opus. Hey Mr. safe man hustle me an okay. I could slide take a dive take it for the home team. Hey Mr. postman slip me one more green note. I've been low hit the floor looking just to make broke. It's not a picture perfect life. Not what I had in mind. Let me write my own line. I've got this place. That I've filled with empty space. Oh I'm trying not to face what I? ve done. My hopeless opus. I'm in this race and I'm hoping just to place. Oh I'm trying not to face what's become of me. My hopeless opus. I've got this place. That I've filled with empty space. Oh I'm trying not to face what I've done. My hopeless opus. I'm in this race and I'm hoping just to place. Oh I'm trying not to face what's become of me. My hopeless opus