Intro:
Find myself singing the same songs everyday
Ones that make me feel good
When things behind 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
let ring
My love for friends and family
F let ring
you know I need them
And under a sun that's seen it all before
Am let ring C let ring
My feet are so cold
G let ring F let ring
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, try again.