Home Of The Brave - Live

I don't even feel it, but, Lord, how I need it
 When I'm not with her, I'm not all myself
 Sometimes have my breakfast right off of a mirror
 And sometimes, I'll have it right out of a bottle
 Come on
 Come on
 I'm gonna rip it up, tear it out
 Gotta get it off of my soul
 I don't even miss you but that's 'cause I'm fucked up
 And sure when it wears off then I will be hurting
 And just 'cause the sun shines when you're out of my time
 And just 'cause I feel bad and feel good to fly high
 Come on
 Come on
 I'm gonna rip it up, tear it out
 Gotta get you off of my soul