I'm losing all my balance
These days are dizzier than ever I try so hard just to hold it together
I need a girl that's not just a body.
A glass head and a heart that forgot me
You're fed up We get it
It's the millionth damn time that you said it
You go out, just to find out
The ten to two life is just a let down
I stumble every time I trip over my own two feet
I'm sick So sick of my 3:30's
Growing tired of all these 9-5's
Hell, at this point I'm downright clumsy
I was born in a basement
Waxing poetic for someone to listen
Broken P.A. and a speaker that's shot
A storage unit's all that we've got
I'm losing all my balance
Hell, at this point I'm downright clumsy
Fall on my face and right back to square one
Running after a useless illusion
I may be nothing, but that's something to me
Nothing to me is all you'll ever be
Passed out Cold floor Cover up on your cold sore
Grow up or throw up
Quit acting like you never even knew us
I stumble every time I trip over my own two feet
I'm sick So sick of my 3:30's
Growing tired of all these 9-5's
I swore that last time would be the last time
Hell at this point I'm downright clumsy
I stumble every time I trip Over my own two feet