| Part scraping knee, part broken teeth
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| Half boredom, half bad night’s sleep
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| I’m collapsing and I don’t care
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| It’s not like I’m without nothing to do
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| It’s not like I’m without my bad days
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| And now she’s coasting over me
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| She’s over me
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| I told you so, the vim is gone
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| I wonder what went wrong
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| And now I know I’m in between
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| I’ve come to grips with what that means
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| I stop, did I miss my turn
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| What didn’t I learn was I not around when roll was called
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| I stop, did I miss my turn
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| Another round when boredom becomes fear
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| Just give me something I can use
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| But with the knowledge it might be abused
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| I just sit in my room
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| I just stare at these walls
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| And now recall it doesn’t help me at all
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| I wish I was in eighth grade
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| I could shoulder tap to buy a pack of Parliaments
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| I know I was underage at least I’d try
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| And now she’s gone away, that’s done now
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| And all my days end the same
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| And how I sit in my room and
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| Think about what could have been
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| I just sit in my room
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| I just stare at these walls
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| And now recall it doesn’t help me at all |