Wasting staring at the door again
How many moments have gone?
How many monuments will fall down?
How many moments slip away
While I waste and stare?
Lately, I see no sense in it
I'd trade my life for a cigarette
I take it
I waste it
I take it
I take it
I fill my head
I fill my mind
I take it off
I waste away
You're a bruise, a bleed
You've got no place to go
I've hated you since you left your mark on my home
I'm always scraping the bottom of the barrel
It's me against the world, I'm fucking ferrell