find myself singing the same songs everyday
ones that make me feel good
when things behind the smiles ain't okay
around and over and in between the seas
i need to be on top of a mountain
where i can see everything
'cause this paranoia's getting old
now as i open my eyes to start another day
i'm in a pile of puke
empty bag of excuses
my love for friends and family
you know i need them
and under a sun that's seen it all before
my feet are so cold
and i can't believe that i have to bang my
head against this wall again
but the blows they have just a little more
space in between them
gonna take a breath and try again
-blind melon
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