I spent most of my days neither sleeping nor awake,
watching pointless documentaries on earthquakes,
coffee keeps me going though it fuels my wandering mind.
Wishing I was just about anybody else,
it takes up most of my time.
It shows with me losing my voice, it always seems a chore.
My faith in music slowly disappearing more and more.
These tattoos on my hands are there for life,
and the songs inside my? head won’t come out right
The times are changing, we can go anywhere.
But we’re far too cool to admit that here.
The times are changing, we can? go anywhere,
but I’m stuck in my ways and I won’t change.
So I try to drag my fragile frame through another day,
and another dose of caffeine in my veins
My body aches and my mouth is full of sores,
and I’ve realised that I'm a f**king bore.
The times are changing, we can go anywhere.
But we’re far too cool to admit that here.
The times are changing, we can? go anywhere,
but I’m stuck in my ways and I won’t change.
The times are changing, we can go anywhere.
But we’re far too cool to admit that here.
The times are changing, we can? go anywhere,
but I’m stuck in my ways.
