Paroles de Same Things

I've been howling in on the stage since fifteen I was sick of the world and got lost in my dreams It's so damn easy, to feel mad, to just hate Open your eyes, you're pulling dead weight Are you tired of the sting? Are you waiting for a spring? Are you wistful, are you bored? Will you savour, will you mourn? It's a mess, all we do is obsess With all the negative space in our heads Our hearts won't get filled, a smile gives us chills And the happiness, it kills Are you tired of the sting? Are you waiting for a spring? Are you wistful, are you bored? Will you savour, will you mourn? We'll find a time to circumvent We'll absorb all the sympathy We'll dig deeper in the dirt To find what's left Of the hurt When all we're just waiting for Is we claim is The perfect opportunity To shine Are you tired of the sting? Are you waiting for a spring? Are you wistful, are you bored? Will you savour, will you mourn?