This song is for everyone that said I was Programed, hardwired, that I'd self-destruct They'd say I was destined to always be desperate They'd say I
By this time tomorrow You'll be out on the streets of Chicago Walking all the way home from commuter trains By this time tomorrow You'll be back home
I've been down wandering past 2nd street and looking at the ghosts of you and me and thinking back on all those memories of how we used to be I've been
Dear Mom and Dad, I?ve been making plans To leave this house and yes I?m sure So lock the door, and turn the front porch lights out After all the endless
And I swear it's the last time and I swear it's my last try and we'll walk in circles around this whole block walk on the cracks of the same old sidewalks
[Roger:] So you say, all your white flags are up and that you've had enough and that you were tired of collecting dust, you say everything always looks
dream is to have it a little bit better than my parents ever had it [x2] my american dream is to have it a little bit better than its just a force habit
Hello six pack of confidence Been so many nights since we first met Glad to see you've brought all your friends For another night of plastic cup politics
So this pen is starting to become A pipe bomb and these songs Have turned to anthems again To everything that's changed and to everything that's gone
[Chorus:] She?s gonna break soon Gonna break soon Gonna break soon She?s gonna break soon Gonna break soon Gonna break soon With so many problems in
[Originally by Cheap Trick] Mother told me, yes, she told me I'd meet girls like you. She also told me, "Stay away, you'll never know what you'll catch
the loneliest of nights With the strongest drinks and longest lines It's not that big of a surprise That you're feeling more dead than alive You're feeling more dead than
I've come to my senses, That I've become senseless, I could give you lessons on how to ruin your friendships, Every last conviction, I smoked them all
All my friends always talk about The stories of moving on and getting out Then packing up and heading south Their heads full of hopes and dreams They
These are all reasons why I'll be exploding tonite and why this chip on my shoulder feels like a mile wide it's from the overwork overtime compromise
There's a black cloud over this house That's been around for 3 years now There's a thunderstorm inside And it won't go away That's why they call it
Welcome home outcasts Because I know how you have Felt over the years The truth is that Looking at me is like Looking in the mirror And I know how
So you say All your white flags are up and that you've had enough And that you were tired of collecting dust You say everything always looks the same
