Who knows, who knows what's true?
Maybe I did die May 17th of last year
Then which is my punishment: living in Hell
Or through this year?
If it's true, if it's true someone should speak up
Someone should warn me of all the things I'll become:
The cold-hearted, bitter and lonesome man;
The man I'll become if I spend too much time with myself
I've been reading words of living and dead men
I've been seeing things the way no man should ever see
I've been saying things that'll only make sense to me
And I said things I wish you'd have never heard
"I don't know, I don't know," repeated ten-fold
So if I'm a ghost or a man I'll still be looking for work
or for love, or for faith, or for stability
Another day, another dollar, but I'm broke and don't feel like borrowing no more
I've been reading words of living and dead men
I've been seeing things the way no man should ever see
I've been saying things that'll only make sense to me
And I said things I wish you'd have never heard
And I've wished things that regret coming true.