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.