I find myself singing the same songs everyday

One's that make me feel good

When things behind the smile ain't okay



Around and over and in between the seas

I need to be on top of a mountain

Where I can be see everything

'Cause this paranoia's getting old

Oo yeah, getting old



Now as I open my eyes to start another day

I'm in a pile of puke, empty bag of excuses

My love for friends and family

You know I need them



And under a sun that's seen it all before

My feet are so cold

And I can't believe that I have to

Bang my head against this wall again

But the blows they have just a

Little more space in between them

Gonna take a breath and try again, try again