I kicked the dirt round in a circle Wondering if it will ever rain I watched the bright yellow leaves Fall softly to the ground With my face in my hands, I sympathize with the trees Talking to the god that's never made a sound I yelled and I screamed but it was all in my mind I've had nightmares of being Kurt Cobain, but no one else would say at least he had fame There's a reason I can't stand still at funerals, but none that I could ever face What a life we live A few words more than nothing And a few lies short of magnificent I take a walk with my black coffee, staring at the ground Can't look anyone in the face I'm blasting "Cigarettes and Saints," just wondering which one I am Saying maybe there's a god, I want to make it to that place What a life we live A few words more than nothing And a few lies short of magnificent I cannot call again, I stay on seventeen percent I'm gonna lose it again I need a new place Why do the walls close in (Why do the walls close in) That's why I'm closing my eyes If I can't see my face, then I won't be surprised