| Nervous, crashed in
|
| To incoming traffic
|
| When is phasing time, I’m told?
|
| A weekend is passed in
|
| The lining of your sunglasses
|
| Nothing feels the same, I hope
|
| Man, I thought I was living
|
| Now I know I wasn’t living
|
| Loose ends, plastic
|
| Baring without mention
|
| Now I’m digging a-a ghost
|
| Nervous, crashed in
|
| Worn out, never lasted
|
| Shatter like glass in the cold
|
| Man, I thought I was living
|
| Man, I might just be living
|
| Now I know I wasn’t living
|
| I don’t think you keep your promise, now
|
| I only feel you twisting the how
|
| The where, the why, the what about
|
| (Man, thought I was living)
|
| The ways I’ve let me down
|
| It’s late and it’s quiet
|
| Losing sleep from trying
|
| Trying to begin, again
|
| Man, I thought I was living
|
| Man, I might just be living
|
| Man, I thought I was living
|
| Now I know I wasn’t living |