Wild Thing
Grieves Lyrics

You should seen it before you jumped on in, and realized that if you look before you leap then you decide to sink or swim
Don't rush into things without thinking of the consequences. Knowing what you're getting into beforehand can give you a better chance of success.

But you dove into that social pool, powdering your nose huh, and going home with people that you hardly even know
You got caught up in the party scene and started doing drugs, and now you're hanging out with people you barely know.

And you're a ghost
You've become a shell of your former self.

Now look at you, you hardly even speak, haven't woken up to the thought of getting clean in fuckin' weeks
You're barely functioning and haven't thought about getting sober in weeks.

And if you did, I guarantee you'd never leave the sheets, home alone until that fix comes, put you on your feet
Even if you did try to get clean, you'd struggle and be stuck at home until you could get your next fix.

And some blame it on the city, some blame it on the streets, some bury it inside beneath that dream of being free
People have different explanations for why they fell into addiction, but some are just trying to escape their problems.

But I can see it in your eyes, that you're aware of what it needs, how you feel like it's the only thing in love that doesn't leave
I can tell from your eyes that you know what you need to feel better, and you feel like the drugs are the only love that won't abandon you.

And it's a shame, cause I remember life without the games, and the bittersweet acknowledgment of how it's gonna change
It's a tragedy, because I remember when life was simpler without these addictions, and we have to face the harsh reality of how much our lives have changed.

But the rain can't wash you if you're laying in the dirt, and the pain can't change you if you blame it on the hurt
You can't clean yourself up if you're still lying in the dirt, and you won't be able to heal if you just blame others for your pain.

So God help us
We could use some divine assistance.

I mean look at you, Mr. I-don't-even-have-a-clue
You don't even know what you're doing anymore.

Mr. get it right the first time or shut it down from you
You only want things to go your way, and if they don't, you give up.

Cause you're the boss, and Daddy taught you how to be a mine
You feel in charge of everything, and you learned that selfishness from your father.

Via stepping out on Mommy and releasing with your hands
Your father cheated on your mother and acted out sexually.

And now it hurts, cause you can't even question what is right, life is nothing but a challenge and you want to win the fight
It hurts to realize you can't always know what's right, and that life is just one big struggle to come out on top.

So go ahead, try and make that old man proud, and beat that last remaining angel off your shoulder to the ground
You try to make your father proud by ignoring the voice of reason that tells you to stop.

And then escape, slap the world steady in its face and make moves on em, force em all to cater to your taste
You want to escape reality by being aggressive and making the world bend to your will.

Exterminate the good in you that tried to fly away, when you figured out the only human part of you is pain
You're killing off the part of you that wants to change and grow, because you've come to believe that pain is the only thing that makes you human.

And then it raised you, sunk its dirty fangs into your drained roots, threw you to the fire when you thought that you were flame proof
It, meaning addiction, has taken hold of you, drained you completely, and threw you into turmoil.

So that's the reason why you're sinking alone, and going home without a rescuer and drinking alone
That's why you're sinking deeper into addiction and going home without anyone to help you.

Now jump, yeah jump into the fire, just jump
You're willing to take dangerous risks and jump into the flames of addiction.

Yeah jump into the fire, just jump, yeah jump into the fire
You're fully embracing the dangers of addiction.

You're Mommy's little angel, I'm Daddy's little squire
You and I represent opposite parental stereotypes.