with the sunshine on my face,
i cannot complain about the things that are driving me insane
there are too many things in my way
one too many things circling around in my brain
and i find myself dismayed just trying to make it through the day
these things i say, i won't complain, i can't get myself straight
too much pressure from temptation with no means of escape
for goodness sakes, i need to find release from this place
if i don't, it's something i'll regret and i couldn't live with that
so i need to make amends
need to straighten up my act
before i get caught off guard and fall flat
i don't want that
but i guess that's just the way it is
i can't believe this is the way we live
he turns around to me and says, "duh, man. ain't it obvious?"
apparently i've been a bit oblivious to what i see
this puzzle's just a few pieces short of being complete
i've got it stuck in my head but i can't help but dread
that i won't understand what all this means once it ends
and i'd rather live forever than take any chance
of not comprehending what it means in the end
what will everything mean when it ends?
as the light fades away, slowly turning to gray
recollecting the events of the day, i lose the strength to motivate
need something new to stimulate my brain
because i still can't seem to get my story straight
nothing's what it seems, what is this supposed to mean?
i can't relate, but i know i need to get it straight
looking back on my past wondering how i've lasted as long as i have
can i get back on track or will this train turn into a god-awful wreck
before i get the prospect of a life i never had
just then death appears on my doorstep but i have no chance to react
before he looks at me and says, "you're next."
i laugh and say, "duh, man. what'd you think i'd expect?"
i don't suspect you're just paying me a visit, we're not old friends
nor will we ever be, but i think you're just what i need
i still don't believe and can't realize what this all means
but i think i've found my release, how long until we can leave?