Oh, I don't get to do this, I was never quite the one with my fair share of problems
But now I'm feeling the stasis and nothing does get done, I'll just sit in bed for hours
When you went and messed up your back, you got addicted to some pills
Well I thought I lost you forever
Now you sit and smoke out your pack
Because I know you feel some pain still, yeah you've returned but not completely
Lately I just wander around and my days just blur together
My minds asleep behind the wheel
I pray that soon I'll hear a perfect sound, oh
A promise that it gets better, but it's hard to hold out hope
I know that you have felt this once before, and maybe more times since
But do you have any advice?
'Cus I don't think I know what's in store
Could you cut all of the suspense, is this my new forever?