Do these cigarettes make you feel like you're in control
You like everything you do yet you're exhausted and so small
I wanna prove myself as something you really need when you go home
Not just the tyre in your car you get out when there is a hole
In your soul and in your clothes, I'm the clochard oh don't you know
But in my cup I don't want a buck I just need some man's backbone
Years of crime, I made it clear I'd always try to climb my way out
When I'll go back and ring the bell I bet there won't be anyone
Call me when you find my way, the one against this uncomfortable
Feeling of failure, of scaling back all of the things I never said
Years of crime, I made it clear I'd always try to climb my way out
When I'll go back and ring the bell I bet there won't be anyone
Tried to mask my feelings behind everything I left in hindsight
Or everything that got away from my very own kind of betrayal
Love is something inside me but only me is its receiver
And when I looked into the mirror what I saw was my reflection
I don't know what else to say I drowned and I'm not in the water
Thought I was some kind of human, found out I am just a fish
Not a shark, I'm not an hammer, not a reef stone and not a jelly
Just a goldfish swimming in my tank, alone, there's nothing here
Three days later you got me home I'll die and no one's gonna cry me
I won't even have to wonder if you're gonna attend my funeral
Cause I'll be just thrown into the same white cup you use to throw up
Your own feelings of disgust against a world that doesn't want you
But still I'm here and I want to hold something more than just myself
I want a place in something that does some kind of difference