Testo Tied In A Knot

What about, all I wanna do is throw my phone out the f****** window
What about, all that I can think is I was wrong about what I've got into

Now my bones, tied in a knot, starting to rot
Oo oo
And so, is this the low?
No
Not about to pontificate like Leonard Cohen, I'm not quite that loquacious
How about I reiterate the full extent to which I'm tired and jaded

Now my bones, tied in a knot, starting to rot
Oo oo
And so, is this the low?
No

Now my frame, tattered and lame, never the same
Oo oo
Who's to blame? Give me a name