One more year of hanging around
Eating and sleeping around
I've been 18 years rolling over
18 with a bastard smile
One more year of hanging around
Eating and forcing out
The sound of my voice when there's no one around
To hear me but the bastard's child
I'm out of ideas
I'm unignited
I'm so divided
I'm so misguided
Show me what I said on video again
I'm tripping, feeling my way around
Tripping and hoping that I'll fall down and out
And hoping that I'll find something out
That'll keep me from rolling over
I'm out of ideas
I'm ceremonial
I'm so one-sided
I wish I was colonial
Show me what I said on video again
And just this once I thought I'd face my fears
Walk around town just to pass by the years
Talk to a person I'd never talked to before
Just to see what it is I'd feel
And I'm trying hard just to recognize
My mother's face in the autumn pile
And I'm driving far just to get back home
But I'm still in bed, and I'm still alone