Strung Out. Twisted By Design. Deville. Zeneszám

this god damn car is broken down again looks like i'm sleepin' in the back and i'll be dreamin' of a better place
only to call you in the morning with the same excuse again
by the side of the freeway watchin' all the cars go by
i think tomorrow will be the day i get my shit together and give up this crying game
i've been here before i know i'll be here again
i don't know why but it don't feel the same

for one moment i can see clearly
the weight of the world don't seem so bad
then i find myself here right back where i started from again

indecisions's no solution the days that lay ahead so i begin to scramble in my head for the answers
only to find myself shutdown by the same mistakes again
lookin over my shoulder for the things that pass me by
i know tomorrow will be the same i'll find a new excuse to make the same mistakes again
i've been here before i know i'll be here again
so many wasted hours so many wasted intentions


chorus.

i beat myself got to survive
i've got more will now to stay alive
if i could only find the time
if i could only find a reason
if i could only run this last leg first time around
i wouldn't be stuck in another mess
in another realm with the same old stress

chorus.