Trying to figure out, why I bottle things inside like everything's alright, it's getting old.. I'm getting bothered wait it out and don't you be afraid this town is such a waste, so forgettably plain (oh oh) running out of space, outnumbered pushed aside can't even turn around, do what you told and keep the order straighten up, or else you can't complain when things just stay the same it's a pile of rust painted gold Some people will go the wrong way till they're lost without a clue but don't think that bullet's meant for you Some people float across a dream world where they're stuck like glue but I don't think that bullet's meant for you Don't you think it's funny, how things work out (la la la) Trying to figure out what you wanna hear I guess I never learn, it's getting old I shouldn't bother pardon me, I'm just bored to tears trying to ignore, the ring in my ears (oh oh) we'll show the world, at least we're gonna try lead them to the light, it's no surprise it's getting harder I said enough, it all sounds so contrived borderline absurd, it's like a sucker punch wave goodbye