so sick, so sick of the way that
you're always right,
if only i could share
these words on the tip of
i know your summer's over now
but more is yet, more
i miss the way we used to
sit around and talk
he sleeps it off i watch it all pour out
candlelight
a cart lined with empty promises rattles through the streets
Employee of the year.
slave to the grind i sat pushing
once again i'm standing next to you but i don't
you let me hang here where i'll never hurt again
seventeen long years taken out of place. i didn't
here in my castle on the hill i welcome all
the manhattan project
in the underground locale a fighting force assembles
Windfall.
staring blankly at the wall again it's not what i