Holt's above my hideoutI dug this hole beneath the floorboardsBuzzing bad and locked inTry to not recallCounting numbered daysFrom the wheel we cried to clutchLooking for some inspired landBut all I found were empty cans and cigarette buttsLining dirty parking lots in Ottawa(Glazed eyes, trying to rub away at the sketches of the...)DaytimeWhen every second of sun's the sameWhat's the point of staying awake?Your hands are out and I seeYou're asking me for a vowel but I am weak and I am stubbornSo I'll say "This is all I have right now"But I want to make something goodI want to make something betterSomething that cannot leave the groundUnless we lift it up togetherWhere I want to be still seems a thousand miles awayBut pretending we feel safe right here gets harder every dayIt's a note to self mislaidYou ate the words you always used to sayThere will be no more fucking around todayDrunk and worthless, spewing bullshit all across the stageWake up and we find new hiding placesTrying desperately to escapeThe glare from our stupid, spineless(I don't believe you, you're all the same)Words just whining, every fucking dayWhat do I really want to say?Where I want to be still seems a thousand miles awayBut pretending we feel safe right here gets harder every dayIt's a note to self mislaidYou ate the words you always used to sayThere will be no more fucking around today
