| I sat here all day
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| Thinking of nothing, not doing a damn thing
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| But I lay here at night
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| Dreaming of one day amounting to something
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| We spend way too much time
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| Convincing ourselves that there’s just not enough
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| And tonight, I’m living my life
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| And telling the future to shut the fuck up
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| And we’re singing
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| Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh
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| Where does time go?
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| Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh
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| Shit if I know
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| I’m not quite sure how to focus on one thing
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| My mind keeps on racing
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| These responsibilities
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| Keep piling up, breaking, and re-accumulating
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| I’m not quite sure
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| That I can make it out alive
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| I’m over-committing and, frankly, neglecting
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| The things that make my life worth living
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| And we’re singing
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| Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh
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| Why can’t I say no?
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| Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh
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| Just fucking say no
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| I vie for time
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| A constant fight
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| Over minutes and seconds
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| And over the pace and intensity of work schedules
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| And over the weeks and the days
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| All those moments that fade away
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| I need some time to unwind
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| Let tonight be my escape
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| Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
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| Tonight, be my escape
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| Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
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| Tonight, be my escape |