Find Myself Singing The Same Songs Everyday
Ones That Make Me Feel Good
When Things Behing The Smiles Ain't Okay

Around And Over And In-between The Seas
I Need To Be On Top Of A Mountain
Where I Can Be 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 Execuses
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
Gonna Take A Breath And Try Again.