We don't need a party Just a place to meet My mind is still racing while the city sleeps But I don't complain Cause I know we're okay Race against the
I found it difficult To be a storytelling failure For all those years Living was a challenge That caught me so off-balance And passed me by Repeatedly
The cigarettes and phone calls don't keep me warm But they're my only option Short of driving home To try and calm my nerves of this unrest Cause nothing
I want a box around myself So they can put me on the shelf To see the way I live But the holes are blocked By everybody else inside As far as I can tell
(Oh my God, I can see into the future!) Oh, I've been counting on this countdown, countdown Only minutes till sundown, sundown Do I trust the team in
Pick me up, I'm ready And take me down, downtown Down the underground Shaking, can't get steady Baby, calm me down Calm me down (This addiction knocks
One, two, three Are you feeling me? It's getting late and it's hard to see I've got some problems But not enough to stop me Cause I can't stop, I can
ready To see the fires we ignite When we go out at night? I've got some things that I should clear up But I don't think you're ready So pass the
If you could see me here this way Looking backwards from today Would you do it all again? If I could roll it back to you Just like lovers always do
Yeah, Everybody's jealous of my girlfriend Cause nobody can stand the one that they have Trying every strategy they know And, I don't really care cause
Lightning strikes me down I'm on my knees I can't write it out, but I'll show you what I mean And the words, they will drip down the side of your cheeks
With so little sleep At least you'd think I'd find some peace in my dreams In my dreams But my mind still winds up on the same thing The same scene The
Look at where you've got yourself now You think the world is trying to bring you down You think that moving on Means getting passed around But every
In your position with this hometown competition You're away At least that's what the magazines all say You drive the streets Where he let his love deplete
My feet are shuffling The clouds roll in, the wind at my neck But every day's a thunderstorm I'm always walking back these days I live to pass time