Everyone's A Junkie

Our Lady Peace

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