My friends are all out, moving on and getting jobs
And I'm just stuck here writing songs and wishing I could be enough for once
it's getting dark it's getting hard there's children starving, and somehow I've got the nerve to complain about myself
I'll stay alive and that's enough at least for today I'll make it up tomorrow or at least I'm gonna try
I guess I'll give it six more months if I'm too depressed to get up, then I guess I'll quit writing songs

I can't keep holding on to the things that bring nightmares
I'm loosing touch with my head
I can't keep running back to the things that are haunting
My mind is turning dismal
Feel like the world is up in flames and we're all counting down the days
I think that I'm going insane and falling out of touch
I'm getting tired, and I'm lost inside my head inside my thoughts, don't even know what I've been thinking lately

I can't keep holding on to the things that bring nightmares
I'm loosing touch with my head
I can't keep running back to the things that are haunting
My mind is turning dismal