Days

The days pass on by, like a train as I stare into space

Just daydreaming with a nightmare taking its place

And no, i have no clue how the hell i was made

But it's better that way because there's no use trying to retrace

Your steps or your days

Girl of course we can get together sometime

But let me spoil the ending, i'm not the guy

That you're searching for, not even close

But I'm here if youre looking just to pass the time

And if that's it, then im your guy

I've got a girl on the phone, she's teaching me how to lie

I've got notes in my pockets, they're gonna teach me to die

I've got a song in my throat, but it never survives

So i cough it up, and its dead and covered with flies

And I think that is life

In the middle of parties I like to find an empty room

Lay down on the floor, maybe try calling you

When i get your machine, i don't know what to do

Then my friends barge in accompanied by more booze

Then i know exactly what to do.