Am C G F
Find myself singing the same songs everyday
Ones that make me feel good
When things behing the smiles ain't okay

Am C G F
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

Am C G F
Now as I open my eyes to start another day
I'm in a pile of puke, empty bag of execuses
My love for friends and family, you know I need them
and under a sun that's seen it all before

        Am               C
And my feet are so      cold
        G                    F
And I  can't believe that I have to bang my head against this
   Am        C            G                           F
wall again         But the blows they have  just a little more
                Am        C
space in between   them
       G                 F
gonna take a breath and try......and try again