Why do I always come back here
Lie on the sidewalk and disappear
Blanket statements to cover my fear
Of being a failure after all these years
I'll say when I've had too much
Of a perfect life, nine-to-five's enough
When all my friends have grown up
They'll ask if my comfort kept me from what I love
Breaking down from the thought of it all
Hanging a picture and then watching it fall
In love with a language that keeps me from fault
Where everyone's talking about nothing at all
I'll say when I've had too much
Of a perfect life, nine-to-five's enough
When all my friends have grown up
They'll ask if my comfort kept me from what I love