Find myself singing the same songs everyday
Ones that make me feel good
When things behind the smile ain't OK
Around and over and in-between the seas
I need to be on top of a mountain
Where I can see everything
Cause this paranoia's getting old
Now as I open my eyes to start another day
I'm in a pile of puke
Empty bag of excuses
My love for friends and family
You know I need them
And under a Sun that's seen it all before
My feet are so cold
And I can't believe that I have to bang my
Head against this wall again
But the blows they have just a little more
Space in-between them
