Feel like jumping off a building I feel like punching holes in the ceiling Cause I can't put my mind away With this hand that I'm holding While the story
Where did my friends go? They went so far away I asked them why but they said they could not stay But when they came back I noticed that my friends had
One day and a longer time Sixteen, kids, and a boring life A midnight look set us up for this fall Autumn nights meant nothing at all Meant nothing at
Salty tears on a mostly blank page because you chose to ignore me Down on my luck 'cuz you didn't answer and the letter that you mailed It wasn't for
It's like somebody put a gun in my hand Told me to pull the trigger wherever it lands it lands It's like I'm beating my head up against the wall Bruised
I've got so many problems I can't get 'em off my mind There's no need to argue when it happens all the time There's so many things that I'd rather do
You can get it, If you really want to get it You can try, But if you don't want to try Then you can lie to me about where you got it from You can steal
Unplug your phone, we're going out today Opinionated voices try to lead your head astray I don't know if you heard This island's not a world There's
Stealing my reasons from you I'll do everything you want me to It's my desire to forget Everything I regret Nothing from nothing Nothing comes easy
There's more sides to every story Than you've ever heard For every second reason There lies a hidden third Promises on one hand Meant nothing good on
What little faith I have in the human spirit Seems like everybody's in it to win it Poor brushed aside Rich come on inside Take a bite, eat the bread
Question me about my bruises He's the one who wins and I'm the one who always loses To all the fights and fits of anger The marks will fade but the pain
You told me a story of how things used to be You scold me it's boring I don't pay any attention I'm sinking I'm thinking I'm drinking It's myself that
If I hold on to what I've got Make the best of everything Even if that means that I'm not left with anything... At least I'll have some sort of peace
What would I say If it all fell apart today? What would be left? I pick myself out of the mess I got used to the same life all the time I got used to
6 o'clock in the morning...I'm sipping' a cup of black coffee Wondering did you make it home all right I thought about the things that you said Although
You never thought about the consequences it would bring If you decided to give up yourself to everything Situations that promise to ruin your mind And
Looking out my window Nothing to do but to drive in circles Well, I don't want to have to go home tonight Up and down the boulevard How did I survive