If reconstruction is followed by destruction,

Why am I building? Why aren't I yeilding?

And everything good I waste,

I just need a little taste,

Do you want to watch me get high?

And it's because of this I can't get by.

So I've got a problem, I know it.

And if you try to help, I'll blow it.

After I push, will you still be there?

And I may not act like it, but I need you to care.