It was buried under a flask and uh   Caught peekin' from the bottom of a glass    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 shit from her   She gets so silent, watchin' life just pass 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 fuck   Everybody want the consequence of playin' the fence   Everybody's got shit 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 fuckin' 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 bullshit, It was bullshit, 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