| Toronto, two years ago
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| Spring cut off by the summer’s heat
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| You were lying on the concrete by the stage
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| With your hands over your face
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| The song was almost over, as was your shitty day
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| Drown myself in alcohol, cigarettes and long distance calls
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| No need to judge yourself
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| Just figure out why you feel so alone
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| No need to waste another day
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| Trying to fight the fact that you feel so hollow
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| (See, you’re at ease)
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| It’s all in your head at the end of the day
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| (Can't you see, you’re at ease)
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| It’s mind over matter
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| At least that’s what they say about life
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| When you ask them why you feel the way you do
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| You can’t put your finger on the word
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| All you know is it hurts
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| Drown myself in alcohol, cigarettes and long distance calls
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| No need to judge yourself
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| Just figure out why you feel so alone
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| No need to waste another day
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| Trying to fight the fact that you feel so hollow
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| Stop getting wasted and start being patient
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| Collect your composure
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| Grow up and move on
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| Quit being so selfish
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| Because greed isn’t pretty when we can all see you’re not coping,
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| just crying for pity
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| So grow up and move on
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| Drown myself in alcohol, cigarettes and long distance calls
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| No need to judge yourself
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| Just figure out why you feel so alone
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| No need to waste another day
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| Trying to fight the fact that you feel so hollow
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| That you’re feeling hollow |