Old 97's – Confessional Boxing lyrics

Writing my confession while I’m driving my car
Trying to get away but I didn’t get far
Just around the corner from my in-laws
I make a pretty crummy outlaw
I thought I was funny living life like a lush
Laughing inside while I wanted to crush
Everything on the inside
You got to keep it on the inside

Confessional boxing
I’m a professional
Confessional boxing
I’m a professional

Money in the hand starts a buzzin’ in the brain
Having her here’s like getting hit by a train
I had a four leaf clover
But those days are over
Belinda says heaven is a place on earth
So is hell, you got to go there first
They handed out new orders
Shut down the borders

Confessional boxing
I’m a professional
Confessional boxing
I’m a professional

(??) on a peppermint stick
Say your sorry better lay it on thick
Ain’t no way to wriggle out of this one
Wind up kissing on a shotgun

Confessional boxing
I’m a professional
Confessional boxing
I’m a professional
Confessional boxing
I’m a professional

Try to (??) in the dead of the night
Diggin’ in the console looking for a light
Cigarettes will the death of me now
Life will be the death of me
Life will be the death of me
Life will be the death of me