Everything that i've done here into one in keeping with... Some earned conviction, some stagnation, Some change despair Disappointment and odds In a costume
Well, the monkeys in the trees are happy The coconuts are turning green The coconut boy climbs up to the top of the tree Gathered a nice ripe coconut
Here comes the day I see my friends far away, When I grow up inside what will happen to me? The city sights the business types, I can see but where are
By now you should find your mouth By now you should call me We can work it out I fallow it until the end of concession "A falling out" I heard from them
Choke choke pride Still I could only wait for you to decide Tear it all apart You break my heart Why don't you follow through Follow through And the day
I'm getting used to getting old but where's my ambition - Days of omission I feel broken down inside because my words seem to be trite adding to the overwhelming
What if I had nothing left? What if I had no one left? Why would Ia?¦ Who would I survive? Dead man, he leaves his home Hopeless, he holds his goals
Angry youth MR. Elite Your older now Inside your head lives an old scene MR. Punk Sad and hating everyone Your exucuse is old The way you felt
Too many hangars in the closet A clutter of confusion Too little rectitude to hold a moral absolute Too much distinction to relate to them Irresolutions
Here we go again until one of us says when making old mistakes the brake lights illuminate accidents repeat you can count on me crushing you in vain '
All the mirrors scream as they describe your dreams all that they deride until you have no allies they depict a world where we aren't safe without hate
let me get this straight your buddy died, tuesday, right? but today is saturday and i saw him last night no, i wasn't seeing things and i wasn't drunk
i met her in transit on board time i was abducted for a short time the door was open but she fit inside she left me out here to justify and pain is
The days are full of storybook romance the myriad of thoughtful acts A million ways I'm into you I'm never getting over you I'm sorry for exposing you
wait for us we come content in the back of the bus guilty of the time you spend serving there's someone left to give you up but you're not laboring
Pick up please The boys give you validity They give you what you want They can never give enough Only charity until you're sorry Victimized, one thing
yesterdays are numbered in many ways we could see the fall coming but lull prolonged, some will never belong so children age into prisons they establish
Silent again, when spoken their is friction and conflict Why do we rub each other wrong maybe We've known each other too well for too long You and I have