Find myself singing the same songs everyday
Ones that make me feel good
When things behing the smiles ain't okay

Around and over and in-between the seas
I need to be on top of a mountain
Where I can be 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 execuses
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 again.

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Writer(s): Brad Smith, Christopher John Thorn, Glen Graham, Shannon Hoon, Thomas Rogers Stevens