another day, frittered away
hope was like a rock now chipping away
it looks the same, sounds the same
resolve is breaking i wither away
colors wash to grey
people say it s great so i guess it s OK
don't recognise, my life
sat in this waiting room Saturday nite
i m falling away back on top of me
i m breathing out breathe me back in
Who's had enough commercial junk?
Gimme direction not fritter and fumble
Who is right? Who gives a fuck?
Evry bastard here seems so made up
And self absorbed
I watch the wheels turn its getting old
I've moved around never got too far
I wanna change but I'm stuck at this bar
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stuck in a rut feet in the mud
losing direction i fritter and fumble
whats is right? who gives a fuck?
what does it matter when you're all made up?
stuck in my head so self absorbed
i see the wheels turn it's getting old
i move around never get too far
i'd rearrange but i m stuck in this bar
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