But the blows they have just a
Now as I open my eyes to start another day
I'm in a pile of puke, empty bag of excuses
And under a sun that's seen it all before
My love for friends and family
Little more space in between them
You know I need them
'Cause this paranoia's getting old
When things behind the smile ain't okay
Bang my head against this wall again
I need to be on top of a mountain
And I can't believe that I have to
Oo yeah, getting old
Around and over and in between the seas
Where I can be see everything
My feet are so cold