you're used to love
you're so hung up on the problems
you're used to it
so lovely all alone
you try to reach out
but all the hands are fleeing
you scream and shout
but the air ain't good for breathing
and you hold on
one more day
and you're holding on
for one more day
your shallow heart
you feel your blood is pumping
through your tired veins
you're so sick of running
no more words to say
none of them describe those feelings
and you tuck yourself in
and pray that the rain stops coming
and you hold on
for one more day
and you used to get in your own way
but now the carpet won't hide your ashtray
and everybody's peaking cuz they heard the news
your baby's scuffing his sunday shoes
and your life is on display
there ain't anything good on tv
and if it concerns you, then you're just ripe for the pickin'
and nobody understands
and nobody gives a damn
and nobody's taking responsibility
they are too busy
pointing
out your mistakes
Added: May 01, 2008 Runtime: 06:04 Plays: 63 Comments: 1
you're used to love
you're so hung up on the problems
you're used to it
so lovely all alone
you try to reach out
but all the hands are fleeing
you scream and shout
but the air ain't good for breathing
and you hold on
one more day
and you're holding on
for one more day
your shallow heart
you feel your blood is pumping
through your tired veins
you're so sick of running
no more words to say
none of them describe those feelings
and you tuck yourself in
and pray that the rain stops coming
and you hold on
for one more day
and you used to get in your own way
but now the carpet won't hide your ashtray
and everybody's peaking cuz they heard the news
your baby's scuffing his sunday shoes
and your life is on display
there ain't anything good on tv
and if it concerns you, then you're just ripe for the pickin'
and nobody understands
and nobody gives a damn
and nobody's taking responsibility
they are too busy
pointing
out your mistakes
i'll take you back
like a heart attack
i'll forget you
like an amputee forgets an arm
ill suffocate
if you resuscitate me
ill forget you
like an amputee forgets an arm
you know you never wanna change
you know you never wanna look away
you know you never wanna end the games
that's why we always play monopoly
you know you never wanna grow
even when you let it go
sometimes the young can make
the old feel young
you know you never wanna break away
you know you never wanna break a leg
you know you never wanna take a chance
if that chance might end up in jeopardy
you know you never wanna end the games
you know you never wanna fade away
you know you never want a video game
in the lobby of your best friend's job
and you know that the young
can make the old feel young
and you know i just tripped over my tongue
and i know i'll recover if it takes me back a few steps
cuz that's just the way it is
if that's the way it is
if that's the way it is
sometimes the young make the old
feel so young
sometimes we just feel so dumb
well the joke's on you
i thought it through
and this ain't gonna work
cuz i've been here before