Find myself singing the same songs everyday Ones that make me feel good When things behind the smile ain't OK Around and over and in-between the seas I need to be on top of a mountain Where I can see everything Cause this paranoia's getting old Now as I open my eyes to start another day I'm in a pile of puke Empty bag of excuses My love for friends and family You know I need them And under a Sun that's seen it all before My feet are so cold And I can't believe that I have to bang my Head against this wall again But the blows they have just a little more Space in-between them Gonna take a breath and try, and try again