Just staring off into space again
what am i looking for?
maybe a cigarrette might calm me down or,
keep me warm
maybe a drink might be able,
to tell me that i might be able,
to do this alone.
they're probably both wrong.
Why should i wait? (i hate this feeling)
for my mistakes (they're tearing me up inside)
Oooo, my head is a mess
dressed in guilt, tilted left.
and when i straighten this out, i'll find the rest
and wear it on my chest.
so the world can see,
everything that has been happening to me
there's nothing to hide anymore
they're breaking through my front door.
Why should i wait? (i hate this feeling)
for my mistakes (they're tearing me up inside)
I waited too long to find the things
taking the life away from this.
you couldn't care that life was this
without all the shit you covered it with
i'm waiting to roam, to find the things
taking the life, away from best
you couldn't care that, life would exist
without all the shit you, covered it with
Why should i wait? (i hate this feeling)
for my mistakes (they're tearing me up inside)
why should i wait, wait for
something to point me the right way.