Another morning in the evening

Times still on the floor

And I dont even know her name

Or if she lives here

Had enough but I want more

I dont remember how I got here

And how long its been now

A day or two, maybe more On the whole must [?] remains

Never wanted anyway

I always bit the hand that beat me

And they rode me off

Its easy not to care Never trusted anyone

Dont see why I should now

Fade some blinking never fair Youre all gonna be sorry when Ill leave town

And get it together, for the turnaround 6 bucks in my pocket and these shoes on my feet

The first step is out the door and onto the street

6 bucks in my pocket and these shoes on my feet

The first step is out the door and onto the street

6 bucks in my pocket and these shoes on my feet

The first step is out the door and onto the street

6 bucks in my pocket and these shoes on my feet

The first step is out the door and onto the street