One day I'll find the right words
And I hope they'll be something simple
My eyes are traveling down the road
Searching for something to call my own
And all my teeth are falling out
Can't keep scratching at all these fears and doubts
f** damnation and redemption
Bottom's up to these wasted days
The space we need is growing smaller
The shoulders we lay our heads on are not getting broader
Apathy, exhaustion and stagnation
Heavy eyes full of frustration
I know you're tired, we all get tired
Sick to d**h of being sick to d**h
A reaction to keep from feeling complacent
So I'll buy another round
We'll complain about the lives we're living
Stumble home when we're too drunk to talk
Rise up and move on from the pain in our hands and our hearts and our minds
Let's tie one on for the end of times