Like a dull pain in my head
Buried by my fantasies
Crowded by old memories
I can't isolate the disease
So it spreads

Like a dull ache in my heart
Just one thought starts to spark
A raging fire of doubt
No juice to put it out
'Cause my creative wells are dry from mental drought

Looks like a dull night by myself again
And I've got no money and no girlfriend
And I'm thinking too much, and I'm making pretend
Inventing problems and despair to wallow in
It's pretty dumb

Like a dull knife in my back
I'm my worst enemy
This war inside of me
Keeps on taking the same casualty
But now I'm ready to launch a counter-attack
Yeah!
(Yeah, right!)