From the recording Bubblegum Pop


the next time you see me, I’ll be over these days,
(I’ll be moving on, finding my own way)
I’ll be doing alright

crashed out on my bedroom floor
babe, I’m looking for something more than this
to feel human one last time
to fall in being alive

feeling hazy as the days go passing by
stuck in the blues, lost and lonely
keep thinking I was doing it right
keep thinking I was satisfied

all the things I’ve tried to say out loud
screaming out for nothing, but baby
nobody wants to listen to my
to my misery

seems like I’m making my own way
spilling ink on a blank page
but I’ve read this story before
keep making the same mistakes
but I wasn’t always this way
wasting days over and over