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.