الكلمات الأصلية
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I sit and I watch the clock
I picture you on the rocks
I'm erasing your trace
A new coat of paint
A new set of locks
A new mattress
The same old bitter thoughts
Thought I could fill the void but if I'm being honest with myself
Nothing ever changes
No, nothing ever changes
Thought I could just crank up the noise, and maybe it would drown it out
But nothing ever changes
No, nothing ever changes
And now I just stay in bed
Reading books I've already read
Play guitar
While I'm learning to shred
But it's too hard, I'll strum chords instead
Like it would fill thе void but if I'm being honest with myself
Nothing еver changes
No, nothing ever changes
Thought I could just crank up the noise, and maybe it would drown it out
But nothing ever changes
No, nothing ever changes
I sit and watch the clock
I picture you on the rocks
Erase the trace
A new coat of paint
A new set of locks
A new mattress, but the same old bitter thoughts
And even if the wait is long
And all the words are wrong
Put the recorder on and I'll begin again
I just need a quiet lull
Some books and alcohol
To get me through the night and I'll begin again
I'll get through the night, then I'll begin again
I'll get through the night, then I'll begin again
