Caught in a cold sweat stuck splitting hairs. I'm drinking too much. I'm on my way to striking out. . Go to sleep with the pressure of everyone. Watching, waiting, they're yours for the taking.
Pick yourself up off the ground. You're sure as hell to good. To let them hold you down. . Waste of chances. Waste of time. (You gotta let me be me). .
Time to lay claim to the evidence. Fingerprints sold me out. But our footprints washed away from the docks downtown. It's been getting late for days. And I think myself deserving of a little time off.
Back in 95. A little boy from just outside of London. Took a fated trip across the ocean. And little did he know. That he would find. His voice in verse and Making wishes on his broken stereo.
Hips sway and lips lie. Like clockwork, she's in control. Of all the right guys. And I'm still waiting. . Fitting nights with a car alarm. In her high tops with her favorite song.