Waiting for another way
The sun just won't reflect the lights when drawn into my eyes
Waiting for the train to come It's 4pm,
it's dark,
the tracks lit in my
weary eyes I swear I tell myself to money there's nothing
I want Just get me out of this plastic chair
It's my goodbye bars I'll wash into the well
No money really matter I yield, I yield
So take this all
And cut my head off
Watch it roll over nothingness
Watch it roll over mountains
Let it scream in your ears
Would buy a car if I could drive A girl
from one art gallery to another with
a slanted view It's bored having you notice
My social work sounds just like an analyst from NBA
Oh it's not your deal,
your conscience all clean It's my mood that swings like a weatherman
They just don't fit these shoes in my
range Just throw me on the desire path
So take this all And cut my head off
Watch it roll over nothingness Watch it roll over mountains
Let it scream in your ears
I swear I tell myself to money there's nothing I want
Just get me out of this plastic chair It's my goodbye bars
I'll wash into the well No money really matter I yield,
I yield So take this all And cut my head off
Watch it roll over
nothingness Watch it roll over mountains
Let it scream in your ears