Find myself singing the same songs everyday

Ones that make me feel good

When things behing the smiles ain't ok



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.