The headaches they started a bunch of years ago
One or two days a week nothing much for me to show
And then they started happening every single day
And then the drugs stopped working in the right way
I tried all the tricks I tried all the gimmicks
I saw the damn physicians and got in the positions
Sold my soul to the gods and all the devils
But the pain didn't go away, I never got to level
Hit me so fierce and I don't know when they gonna end
Checked out from the world with the pain as my only friend
Lost any hope for this thing to mend
All I know is that ache and I can't fake
That I have room for this story to ascend
Started pulling back from the parties and the friends
I don't even care if you can understand
Used to worry about all the ways of being polite
Nowadays I think more like f*ck you and your stupid plight
Sometimes I wonder if the pain is a comfort
Sometimes I think on how if I like to suffer
I have this big giant perfect excuse
I can't sing for shit but I'm still singing the blues
Hit me so fierce and I don't know when they gonna end
Checked out from the world with the pain as my only friend
Lost any hope for this thing to mend
All I know is that ache and I can't fake
That I have room for this story to ascend