I’ve spent more time planningnMy wake than my weddingnOnly to find that I won’t be attendingnBride to be, hide and seek out for a futurenResign me, the inevitable losernnWe carried that same weightnA burden of past duesnLungs like lifesaversnThe last thing to hold ontonBut what keeps you up at nightsnNot something you can touchnI know what you’re not feeling,nFellow bankruptnnI was born on a common wheelnAdorned with coarse claynYou’ve got to take what you’ve been givennAnd carve the crap awaynnShe said it best, confessed to consolenThose first chapters near captured us sad bastards wholenAs a token, a memoir, a story she wrotenI’m loaned a past when I need one retoldnScars are scars and that’s all they arenBut so far it’s so hard to discharge what I’ve barrednFrom a hateful heartnnI was born on a common wheelnAdorned with coarse claynYou’ve got to take what you’ve been givennAnd carve that crap awaynDidn’t want it anywaynnI’ve spent more time planningnMy wake than my weddingnWe all hate your bandnSo let’s all stop pretending!nStick to routine, make your men like machinesnI believe it to be, obscene in the leastnIf that’s the least you can bennI was born on a common wheelnAdorned with coarse claynYou’ve got to take what you’ve been givennAnd carve that crap awaynDidn't want it anywaynYou’ve got to take what you’ve been givennAnd carve away