Dead Ringer

I never claimed to be somthing more than me your standards are somthing that i refuse to see i will answer only to myself so why dont you police someone else? the place i call home isnt there anymore with boards on the windows and locks on the doors so pick up the pieces that never once fit let this be the end of it once you help a place for me but now that i've left you went and gave up my seat dont expect me to share your visions of life i'll take my chances somewhere else the place i call home isnt there anymore with boards on the windows and locks on the doors so pick up the pieces that never once fit let this be the end of it give me the green light to get on with my life pick up the pieces then roll the fucking dice i live in exile of you your key no longer fits because the locks on my life are new