i'm not waiting for the answers on a sunday afternoon i'm just too drunk to remember why i always slip through the drugs and fake ambition have been helping me to hide but it's the endless television that has kept me inside where does it stop where does it end where do we go why am i always complaining i can be good i can be bad i can be loved everything's gone black you're looking for that sun you're looking for that light you're not the only one to feel that way i'm not looking for forgiveness for the things that i don't know i'm really not that different you just made me think so
