There are tears on your pillow
You've been crying in bed all night long
You're just as sad as the willow
That's been growing outside of your room
Oh yeah you wish you'd taken chances
Just like everyone else in the world
All that is left is the sadness
What remains is the lingering guilt
Time seems to pass you by
As if you gave up without a try
Seems like you're lost, wandering around,
Trying to find some solid ground
No destination
No destination
So now you work down at the stripmall
Where you started out when you were young
You always stay 'till the last call
Yeah you like your shots bitter and strong
Simple as that, just a good time
No need to worry about anything else
The front of your shirt, spells whatever
More or less it's describing yourself
Highschool won't come again
Not quite the promise you were back then
Seems like you're lost, wandering around,
Trying to find some solid ground
No destination
No destination