Soap suds Slicken the mud Making new sludge I was spilling my guts Spilling my lungs And that's a problem In the long run But so what? You're too much fun And taming my tongue Gets lonesome So sink your teeth into my gums If you want some If you want some I could give you so much I could tell you 'bout the things I've done Old love, new drugs Who I am and who I was And who I'm bound to become Holding a grudge like a hand-grenade dud Keeping a crutch to cripple my trust I'd been piling up dust But you called my bluff, hushed my fuss Said, "Baby, enough is enough And maybe you ain't that tough." I could give you so much I could tell you 'bout the things I've done Old love, new drugs Who I am and who I was And who I'm bound to I could give you so much I could tell you 'bout the things I've done Old love, new drugs Everything I'm ashamed of Who I am and who I was