I can pick out all my todays from yesterdays, and
yesterday now seems so far away. today was way to
fuckin' long for anything and even now my anythings
are way too far away. cigarettes dancin' in the wind,
but i cant concentrate on anything in this state i'm
in. my mind slowly starts to melt and i can't
concentrate on anything else. my minds a blur, i
always draw a pointless blank. i live my life just
walkin' down a plank.
i know one day i'm gonna fall and lose it all but
until then you know it's just a game. i'll walk alone
until i find something worth your while, and then i'll
be at the top of the pile. but when it goes, I'm sure
that you'll be right behind. following the bullshit,
following the style. does this make any sense to you,
now that you're all on your own? is this what we were
meant to do? my death is brought over the phone. how
long can all this last? can we go back to the past? i
know this shouldn't bother me, but it does. yeah it
does.