Bad backs and hardwood floors.
I'm so sick of waking up sore,
and not knowing where i am.
And this was alot more fun,
when the music meant something to someone
and i didn't have a girlfriend.
Somehow, i'm getting out.
The same way the earth moves around the sun.
I won't stray too far,
or be gone too long.
Windows and doorways.
I don't know which way
to leave this room.
Cause i'm afraid of heights.
But i'm more afraid of you tonight,
while i'm in this mood.
Somehow, i'm getting out.
Deadbeats and dead friends.
My god, when will it end.
It's been a bad summer.