Looking across the room and i can't respire
i got to get out so maybe i should set a fire
holding my tongue and waiting for the perfect reason
it's hard when your nerves are down for the season
This all time low it's everything i never wanted
redundant show,
they're nagging a hole in my beautiful head
this all time low is everything to the slanderous clientele
Shaking a hand and mumbling that it's a pleasure
the faces i see are vague and hard to remember
talking of this and that but it's going nowhere
they're saying the same words over and over and over