It was buried under a flask and uh
Caught peekin from the bottom of a glass
All this nonsense, incense, common sense, consequence
Indulgence in bourbon, this urb, between city kids
Its disturbed
Up and around to see the same shit from her
She gets so silent, watchin life just pass by in a blur
Aint it funny?
We can sneak into our lives undisturbed?
Over the perfect things to say
And then just choke on the words?
Everybody wanna be the next
Everybody wanna be in step
Everybody wanna fck
Everybody want the consequence of playin the fence
Everybodys got shit luck
Everybody wanna move to they own beat
Everybody wanna make a dent
Every girl is lookin for the next best thing
Every boys in love with his girls best friend
Everybody hates me
Everybody wanna fight
We cant stand to wake up in the sun
But cant sleep in the moonlight
Im right there wit ya
Im sicker than my own skin
I got the clothes and the jaded grin
Im at the bar or the coffee shop
But I dont like drinkin
And I fckin hate coffee shops
Im off the stop and roll
Its best spin like a twist-a-whirl
This aint amusment, Im a loser
It was bullshit, It was bullshit, uh
Got two cents
But everybody seems to have the same chain but cant break my five-oh
Two cents, yeah right but cant spend nothing if Im holdin the carp its like
If you come down and just breathe, and just breathe in and out
Youll feel a whole lot better, close your eyes
Need to be if you cant see them, then they cant see you
Right, close your eyes
I can never be what I wanna be
Nothin but a man
Nothins even inside of me
Nothin I can understand
If I try, and so I try
To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand
I can never be what I wanna be
Nothin but a man
Nothins even inside of me
Nothin I can understand
If I try, and so I try
To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand
This,
And Its strained to think
It might break
Scratch, Crack, Silence,
This,
And Its strained to think
It might break
Scratch, Crack,
Ah!
Livein the city, like any other
We all live alone
The only difference is we dont seem to know it
Frozen and lonesome,
When its cold
In the summer gotta wait for the loathing
Holding, our posture so low
And we drink so theres not much worth noting
Strolling, so vagrant, so shaken, so grown, so god so mistaken
So broke, so, so complacent, so worn out, so worn out, so worn out
So full of doubt, so full of restrain
So full of that self-control, or the lack thereof
That we thought was soul
If you come down and just breathe, and just breathe in and out
Youll feel a whole lot better, close your eyes
Need to see if you cant see them, then they cant see you
Right, close your eyes
I can never be what I wanna be
Nothin but a man
Nothins even inside of me
Nothin I can understand
If I try, and so I try
To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand