I washed out all my energy on splitting hairs
Pushed myself to reinvent what maybe wasn't there

To identify a common thread
Fore I cross the line
Just to pass the test
Such a funny thing to be the anti-hero

One pint in, barrier down
Spilling to a friend
I make a fist, guilt on the brow
Is it me or them?

Such an angular choreography
That I stumble through
Tryin' to find my feet
Put your hands together for the anti-hero

And the pendulum swinging overhead
Carries all the weight of the words I've said
Could somebody ever love an anti-hero?