Pavement wet from rivers of melted ice and snow.
My feet so numb that I can't even feel my toes.
Six in the morning looks just like six at night.
Day after day, still no end in sight.

[Chorus:]
I can't shake this feeling.
We're all falling, singing.

Driving through the city, I'm not the only one
that has to be awake before the rising sun.
What are we waiting for? How much more can we waste
away our lives before we fucking break?

[Chorus]

I can sit for a thousand days and wonder what went wrong.
I can think of a thousand ways that I don't belong.
For now I'll go down, but I won't go far.
Sometimes I can't tell - are these songs or scars?