Somewhere between happy, and total fucking wreck.
Feet sometimes on solid ground, sometimes at the edge.
To spend your waking moments, simply killing time,
Is to give up on your hopes and dreams, is to give up on your
Life for you has been less than kind, so take a number, stand in line.
We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt,
but how we survive is what makes us who we are.
An obvious disinterest, a barely managed smile,
A deep nod in agreement, a status quo exile.
I shirk my obligations, I miss all your dead-lines.
I excel at quitting early, and fucking up my life.
Life for you has been less than kind, so take a number, stand in line.
We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt,
But how we survive is what makes us who we are.
All smiles and sunshine, a perfect world on a perfect day,
Everything always works out, I have never felt so Fucking great!
But Life ins't like this!
Are we verging on an answer, or fucking up our lives?
Life for you has been less than kind, so take a number, stand in line,
We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt,
But how we survive is what makes us who we are.