You said something about a road less travelled There ain't many of those on my map Hell, most of these have been trampled This one used to be a mountain, now it's flat I don't know which way is up now I've burned away dead air There ain't no money left in my magnet And nobody can tell me where I'm at No, I'm not scared But I'm not making any ground I'm just bored I'm still here I'm still grateful But sometimes I forget what seems so simple It's only beautiful when you open up your eyes Nothing becomes beautiful when you open up your eyes ... A little bored in the middle of some nightmare I guess it's guaranteed to expire So I will drink my fears and chase them With the whiskey I can't afford And I'll retire upstairs Don't let me go Don't set me free No need to be so dramatic now We can't really change I don't really want to I just thought it might be nice to get out for a different view It's only beautiful when you open up your eyes Nothing becomes beautiful when you open up your eyes You've seen my face I can't pretend that I'm not there I drink, I smoke, but I did not prepare ...