youre sidetracked with nothing to show youre friends with people that you dont even know youre stuck in places that you would never go if you could choose
youre on a level that youve never sunk to youre in a middle that theres no getting through youre over and youll be thirty-two you were born to lose
its chemical logical left foot, right foot you got it
walk away, and fast turn around and leave them behind
youre on your fifth drink with no buzz in sight and that asshole hasnt shut up all night you wanna tell yourself that youll be alright but who would you fool?