Teeth (The)

It's Over It's Over
It's over, it's overThe day's at an endMy bed isn't made 'cause I didn't begin.And all day long I'm lying to friends“How are you doing?”“Well I'm doing fine.”“But your shoes are untiedAnd you look like a ghost.And where is that smile that you used to wearWhen you didn't spend time living life in a chair?And you used to find solace in art and in friendsNow both of these things must find solace in you.And this city's just a picture, and you're just a sham.And the way we'd done speak and focus are all a part of your shitty planto manipulate your life and being that you can't understand.And your shoes are untied,And you look like a ghost.And the golden shoes we bought her,Are what you miss the most.Except when you were six years old,When your mother kept you close.” From Letras Mania