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I've had a steady stream of lonely nights in the past few weeks. In this room I'm locked away from it all. Just need a break from the walls that close me in. I'll see this out standing on pins I'll fall asleep with my eyes open Just to see if I could focus on something other than my loneliness None of my riends seem to give a shit about the way I am I know full well they understand that I get myself way to deep in what she says, but they'll bail me out when I'm in over my head I'm getting sick of being broke What''s worse is tomorrow I'm on my own Can't seem to let this go I wish I could stop starring at the phone So I can get some sleep Another day another week in hell 'Ill see her face down here real soon A welcome home to a swift farewell Of all the things I hope to keep A childhood sense of opportunity Where I find the risk to jump Take the chance while I'm still young And done passed out But I might be years ahead to get some sleep So much time to face defeat To write our names in wet concrete To seal our place in space and time Before we have to walk the line Letras de cancionesBefore we call the run in line Before the sun comes up tonight and I'm getting sick of being broke What's worse is tomorrow I'm on my own Can't seem to let this go I wish I could stop starring at the phone So I can get some sleep Another day another week in hell I'll see her face down here real soon A welcome home to a swift farewell I'm getting sick of being broke What's worse is tomorrow I'm on my own Can't seem to let this go I wish I could stop starring at the phone So I can get some sleep Another day another week in hell 'Ill see her face down here real soon A welcome home to a swift farewell (Thanks to nathan for these lyrics) From Letras Mania