i must confess, i never saw your eyes,
i never could have lied to myself
down these vacant streets we walk,
and this rusted car i drive,
i wish i could have been heppier with myself
and there it goes again, a broken down coffee shop,
where my head will rest on these bracelets and this watch
3:30 comes so fast, and two will it pass,
the broken hearts and my knumbing skull for now,
it's going to take me a while, to figure out this place,
the home of the tired ones
and there it goes again, a broken down coffee shop,
where my head will rest on these bracelets and this watch