Just when I thought I had it figured out again:
The way things are, how things happen.
I make my way back to the bottom
To see how small I really am.
I'm picking my head up off the floor.
I've never seen so perfectly clear.
Things are getting a little better,
Forget about the last four years.
Faces come. Faces go.
Chutes and ladders are all I know.
The world could end in a week or so.
Don't be so surprised if I die tomorrow.
I'm tired of running out of time
How did we come this far?
I'm tired of being left behind.
How did we get to where we
Are we running out of time?
Are we being left behind?
I'm picking my head up off the floor.
I've never seen so perfectly clear.
Things are getting a little better,
Forget about the last four years.
Faces come. Faces go.
Chutes and ladders are all I know.
The world could end in a week or so.
Don't be so surprised if I die tomorrow.
It seems like I'll never feel that good again.
It feels like the sun's been gone forever.
It seems like I'll never feel that good again.
It feels like the sun's been gone forever.
It seems like I'll never feel that good again.
It feels like the sun's been gone forever.
It seems like I'll never feel that good again.
It feels like the sun's been gone forever.
Feels like the sun's been gone
Feels like the sun's been gone
Feels like the sun's been gone forever.