(n1nth)cloud - Hung Over At 45 lyrics

[Verse] I think it's starting to sink in That the fact that murders Were the wealth from theirselves And the banks robbed themselves We all get along with every person we met And we love to sing songs And play out in the week Always weak in this nut tower And say things that I don't mean To keep her next to leaving a fall from blind skies Hearing noises giving it thoughts Back when I was kid We used to play in the streets Til the lights went off Now in the present we makes sounds That don't make any sense Got my words buried next me When I leave this place With this smile on my face Can't you see me glowing on the other side It's what you make it ? ? Only problem I have is Standing next to all these people Stab each other in the back Save your pick up lines And tell me things I don't need And say things you don't mean If you could end it right now Would you be able to sleep [Verse] I'm tired ? I'm switching out ? ? I need to get a grip before I end up like them Hung over at 45 trying to remember where years went Don't get in out of shape cause some of these statements ? And my eyes look glossed from not sleeping in awhile Lose my head every time Lose my mind every day Some how I end up in these same same spots Call me a loser for not going any where But an empty room filled with promised failure I seem to be mad at the world But I get nothing in return Call me out when I give in Call me a failure when I hide from myself in all these ? All I can do is to stay alive is keep my head in the clouds Stay away from all the lawyers and ? If I'm playing for keeps I'm betting more than my life Let the days grow old If you let me know how it feels to be famous [Verse] The remedial dream to have bomb at the door mat The flower with the teeth that learned to eat while your running While we were playing with toy guns The bullets more real You can always last ? Behind their lawling tongues They say that ? Playing hooker with the soulmate ? These are eye lids that hack ? Stadium metialic these are snakes in the gra** ? I choose to enable So you can see how they see Beneath the ? Where we bury ourselves Praying to things that can't happen The burning heart with desire We can't pretend that we don't see The bodies rotting in the sun Stepping stones without cautious And how they hip cup and wink And yet the watcher keep moving Ready for ? Wasting time to ? ? to hes ribs What keeps them outside Digging out the garden Making names of seests Watching him grow old bones Now we face this life ? The child work into a frenzy All of hes hearers are dead Call him pointed but ? Beneath the mask The rhythm of the cut throat ?