"I'm Not That Much Of A Dick, Am I?" I was so close to getting away with, Every little detail, The smell of this gives me headaches, But gets me high, Stuck with a smile that's miles wide, And I'm open to suggestions, Written down like questions, But no regrets in the morning. Is there a cure, For having regrets, But so in debt, Living life through cheques. I think I've suffered enough, You think that your so tough, You're being a bit rough, But don't fuck with us. I'm alright sitting and dreaming up, Different meanings, Perceptions are changing slowly, With the wind, Stuck with a feeling I've sinned, I guess you could choose me, But who else do you see? You'll be gone by the morning. Is there a cure, For having regrets, But so in debt, Living life through cheques. I think I've suffered enough, You think that your so tough, You're being a bit rough, But don't fuck with us. Is there a cure, For having regrets, But so in debt, Living life through cheques. I think I've suffered enough, You think that your so tough, You're being a bit rough, But don't fuck with us.