find myself singing the same songs everyday
ones that make me feel good when things behind the smiles ain't okay
around and over and in between the seas
i need to be on top of a mountain where I can see everything
cause this paranoid is getting old
now as I open my eyes to start another day
i'm in a pile of puke
empty bag of excuses
i love my friends and family (you know i need them)
under a sun that's seen it all before
my feet are so cold
and i can't believe that i have to bang my ahead against this wall again
but the blows they have just a little more space in between them
going to take a breath and try, try again
paranoid is getting old