Another Sellout Lyrics - The Lips

I'll write you a novel, and you'll judge me. 

You'll say I'm a failed attempt at life. Right? 

So I maybe won't bother. 

I'll tear my eyes out and shave my head with a kitchen knife. 

Well I've got feelings of my own, buried deep inside. 

Paintings, letters to a home that I tried to use to hide, 

but I'm living a lie. 

Well I never made much of life, so why start now?