It was buried under a flask and uh Caught peekin' from the bottom of a gla** All this nonsense, incense, common sense, consequence Indulgence in bourbon, this 'urb, between city kids It's disturbed Up and around to see the same sh** from her She gets so silent, watchin' life just pa** by in a blur Ain't it funny? We can sneak into our lives undisturbed? Over the perfect things to say And then just choke on the words? Everybody wanna be the next Everybody wanna be in step Everybody wanna f** Everybody want the consequence of playin' the fence Everybody's got sh** luck Everybody wanna move to they own beat Everybody wanna make a dent Every girl is lookin' for the next best thing Every boy's in love with his girl's best friend Everybody hates me Everybody wanna fight We can't stand to wake up in the sun But can't sleep in the moonlight I'm right there wit ya I'm sicker than my own skin I got the clothes and the jaded grin I'm at the bar or the coffee shop But I don't like drinkin' And I f**in' hate coffee shops I'm off the stop and roll It's best spin like a twist-a-whirl This ain't amusment, I'm a loser It was bullsh**, It was bullsh**, uh Got two cents But everybody seems to have the same chain but can't break my five-oh Two cents, (yeah right) but can't spend nothing if I'm holdin' the carp it's like If you come down and just breathe, and just breathe in and out You'll feel a whole lot better, close your eyes
Need to be if you can't see them, then they can't see you Right, close your eyes I can never be what I wanna be Nothin' but a man Nothin's even inside of me Nothin I can understand If I try, and so I try To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand I can never be what I wanna be Nothin' but a man Nothin's even inside of me Nothin I can understand If I try, and so I try To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand This, And It's strained to think It might break Scratch, Crack, Silence, This, And It's strained to think It might break Scratch, Crack, Ah! Livein the city, like any other We all live alone The only difference is we don't seem to know it Frozen and lonesome, When it's cold In the summer gotta wait for the loathing Holding, our posture so low And we drink so there's not much worth noting Strolling, so vagrant, so shaken, so grown, so god so mistaken So broke, so, so complacent, so worn out, so worn out, so worn out So full of doubt, so full of restrain So full of that self-control, or the lack thereof That we thought was soul If you come down and just breathe, and just breathe in and out You'll feel a whole lot better, close your eyes Need to see if you can't see them, then they can't see you Right, close your eyes I can never be what I wanna be Nothin' but a man Nothin's even inside of me Nothin I can understand If I try, and so I try To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand