Lyrics:
Itʼs a quarter to two and the bars are all closing, nobody looks how they think.
The guy in the corner with spit in his beard wearing more than he drank of his drink.
The dancers are shaking like ants, desperate to find a last minute queen
While the rest of us are all headed home to try finding comfort in dreams, cause this isnʼt life.
I know that I chose it, but I canʼt stand waking up and nobody knows it.
Iʼll never find the strength to change what I need.
Is this who Iʼll always be?
I open my eyes and the room is still spinning, I joke about buying a vowel.
The funniest part of this feeling is knowing the answer but nothing comes out.
So Iʼm shaking around like Iʼm hanging from something I know is about to break.
Like Iʼm biting the gun but the safety is on and I threw up the pills I ate.
The notes are all scribbled in pencil without really knowing what Iʼm trying to write
but
something like "goddamn the man who said everything gonna be fine."
Life is a lot like a sewer; we get out of it what we put in…thatʼs when doubt kicks
in.
Maybe I just donʼt have it inside me.
Maybe thereʼs too much I couldn't face?
I just wanted someone to come down from heaven and explain this cold and
fucked up place. Iʼll just keep trying to hide it until thereʼs nothing left to save and
in the end, I know Iʼm gonna die buried in another mans grave.