All I

I'm looking for all my friends

Who are looking at the dirty floor with no end

To slide through the wasted time

To own a good, clean fight

Now I'm looking to all my friends

Looking down the dirty dead ends

But I'm floating off my chair

And into nowhere again

So, glasses clink like shackles

We're all bound to crack like we're plaster

Now I'm looking to end these strange

Things that I have made for you

But I'm floating off my chair

And into nowhere again

I'm looking at all I've been

Looking at the dirty floor with no end

But I'm floating off my chair

And back to where I began