I'm tired of being alone in one place,
Here where everythings turning stagnant,
and every face looks the same.
And the days blend into one sunny daze,
I'm not dizzy, I'm just out of place.
And everything's not adding up right,
all those heroic stories are turning out lies.
and I knew what she meant when I heard her say
"in this life I'm never satisfied".
And we're moving so slow,
we're sweating in fields,
laying down in the dirt, with the dust in our eyes.
I've got a craving for meaning,
and it just can't be curbed,
I've got a dead feeling
and now nothing hurts.
Theres not enough ink in this world,
no pen to express this intelligent hurt,
I'll never get down all these moments.
The light hits everything in too many ways,
I'm not sick, I'm just out of place.
and everything's painted too red,
when at the base its all gray.
but its a beautiful shade,
It holds every simplistic way
the light hits your face.
And we're craving for more,
we're rattling the cage,
laying down in the dirt, exposing our ways.
I've got a urge to get moving,
and it just can't be cured
because the highway lines
always look prettier blurred.


Lyrics submitted by nonnycries

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