All around me are familiar faces
worn out places
worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
going no wear
going no wear
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression
Hold my head up wanna drown my sorrows
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
find it kind of sad
the dreams of witch I'm dieing
are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
Find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very very mad world