Breaking Point

Watching out but looking inward [2x]

[Josh Martinez]

Well I've been up and down these same damn roads

And nothing ever seems to change

(And uh...) You grow a little older, then one day, your strange becomes mundane

Don't know how folks can do it day after day

What does it feel like to be here and not feel right?

Does it feel like fighting?

Does it serve to a nightmare?

I don't know all of the details of the day

But I felt that it wouldn't be wrong to bow my head and pray

Cause' there's nothing our here but busted trucks, a few beers and rusted nails

There's some broken bottles and boarded up houses

And these worn out old man tales

And I'm not sure that I can go on with my day

Can't get lost in the soft skin

Would you please meet me half way?

I could drown in this old playground, where the streets dont have no name

All my friends skipped town or went to jail, just to hide their shame

I'm running out of patience

This soul's to break

The days got rain and make me go crazy

Get out of this rut (can't get out of this rut)

Got to pick myself up (I got to pick myself up)

I could leave, it wouldn't matter

Cause nobody notices the weekend after that

Because inside they're sad and lonely

And I'll be hoping this day...

But it's not looking that way...

[Sleep]

But what can I say?

I've got music to make

God, hoping that these trenches, they ain't just standing to break

But I could take 5, then we're ready to play

Do you people feel what we see?

We're gonna give it to ya

[Sleep]

The weatherman said "mostly rain again", damn

Take that winter and stick it where the sun don't shine

Trying to find the benefits

In the gray state of mind

It's isolated in my meloncholly confine

And I'm turning to a migraine, an aging think tank

Today faded on tomorrow's daybreak

To chase if I stay awake

Naps to conversate

Bastards play keep away with contracts

I'm gonna have to have it with death

Forget about that

On the fast track to disaster, past my salary cap

Tapped out and cash strapped

No way - I'll keep looking

No change between cushions

Won't play the game crooked

The Queen killed my rook

I don't want to stay so fuck it

I'll sacrfice my peace

The heart on my sleeves, tuck it

Muzzle those words

Uttered bombs, so puzzled and tongue twisted

I'm done with it... and it's just begun

[Josh Martinez]

I'm running out of patience

This soul's to break

The days got rain and make me go crazy

Get out of this rut (can't get out of this rut)

Got to pick myself up (I got to pick myself up)

I could leave, it wouldn't matter

Cause nobody notices the weekend after that

Because inside they're sad and lonely

And I'll be hoping this day...

But it's not looking that way...

[Sleep]

But what can I say?

I've got music to make

God, hoping that these trenches, they ain't just standing to break

But I could take 5, then we're ready to play

Do you people feel what we see?

We're gonna give it to ya