Am C G F
Find myself singing the same songs everyday

Ones that make me feel good

When things behing the smiles ain't okay
Am C G F
Around and over and in-between the seas

I need to be on top of a mountain

Where I can be see everything

Cause this paranoia's getting old
Am C G F
Now as I open my eyes to start another day

I'm in a pile of puke, empty bag of execuses

My love for friends and family, you know I need them
        Am               C
And my feet are so      cold
        G                    F
And I  can't believe that I have to bang my head against this
   Am        C            G                           F
wall again         But the blows they have  just a little more
                Am        C
space in between   them
       G                 F
gonna take a breath and try......and try again