Bring life to this dream
I walk these same streets
Filled with my cigarettes
Unsettled I pull the hair from my head
Does anything make sense?
Living is for nothing
But death scares me
I crawl to the bar window
Peering out at the crowd
That stand waiting to be pleased
The routines done
The lies run dry
The years pass
Here I still stand
Rip the clothes off my back
They don’t fit right
They won’t please anyone
Cut the hair off my head
They want to see me well kept
Work my life away to buy my respect
Life sick, wishing for it to be terminal
I will buy a plane ticket out of here
Somewhere far away and never look back
Tell the world
That I’m gone completely