Walk

Find myself singing the same songs everyday, yeah

Ones that make me feel good

When things behind a smile ain't okay

Around and over and in-between the seas

I need to be on top of a mountain

Where I can be see everything

Cause this paranoia's getting old

Ooh yeah, it's getting old

Now, as I open my eyes to start another day, yeah

I'm in a pile of puke

Empty bag of excuses

My love for friends and family

You know I need them

And under a sun that's seen it all before

My feet are so cold

And I can't believe

That I have to bang my head against this wall again

But, the blows, they have just a little more space in-between them

Gonna take a breath and try

And try again