The Verge

I was backed against the traps of my teenage plan

I was stumbling over gaps and feeling beat up again

I was staring down the corpse of a lifelong dream

I was willing it to get back on it’s feet again

I was walking through my life and feeling sick, that’s when

I would find myself repeating my old stories to friends

Always searching for a notion that resembled a hope

I was standing on the verge of something good, I don’t know

On the verge of something

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From the traps of my teenage plan (ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh)

I was wearing out my feet again-hen (ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh)

Working nights for some old businessman (ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh)

Who couldn’t give a second shit about me-he

(I was grasping at a hope) (ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh)

I’d take a hope and a borrowed sedan (ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh)

(I couldn’t take it any more) (ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh)

And I’d ride out to the state that’s when (ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh)

(Spending hours on the phone with the pharmacy) (ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh)

I’d be pulling up to some suburban pharmacy

And I’d be begging them to tell me something

I was closing out the bar every night and then

I was waking up each morning 'round 6 am

I was driving to the doctor and then back again

You know, they never seemed to have any good news for me then

I was walking through my life and feeling sick that’s when

I started plotting out a course to getting free again

While making pennies for some psychopath businessman

I started thinking that I might be on the verge of something

On the verge of something

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