Saw it on the television, heard it on the radio. This in truth is not yet the end. . Bus station, 4 a.m., took a taxi to the city, Matt Ball left. Looking too familiar and I don't know how to feel.
One year ago today I tossed away. A quarter that I should've saved. I faked a farewell fantasy and misbehaved. I never made an effort. . My conscience went.
Point the blame, picture frame. Playing by the rules why you're losing the game. . I think I heard it through the walls in the bathroom stalls. Or maybe in my yesteryears hanging out in my halls.
Never ending story but the lesson went untold. She knew it all along If she just could. Take control of the situation, investigation. Try to tell the story, even though she couldn't take it.
It takes some time you look at me. You don't like what you see. I don't like who I am, I can change. I can change it takes some time. . In your factory if there's a recipe.
It could've been different if I sang the song I sung so long ago. And now I'm feeling like I'm stuck in slow motion again. But all I've got is time, running around in circles.
She falls fast asleep in her Glassboro apartment. Dreaming of what she wants to be. So she just organizes photographs. Taken in this year that's past.
Another fucking day. It's still a nine to five, I swear. I don't want to reach the top. I don't want to be a millionaire. . I know that it may sound crazy.