And now I'm a ghost, at the bottom of Kingston road
Just west of hell, just east of home
And as I sit here, overthink everything
Begin to over analyze just what it meant to me
Like I'm caught in the rain
A string of bad luck I should be use to this routine
But it's the little things, that make me realise
I'm just tired of this scene
With that being said I won't make a stand
For something I don't believe in
With that being said I won't make a stand
For something I don't respect or believe in
Another song about two feet
Following your heartbeat
All of that is bullshit
Never got me through anything
Anything at all
I've got a lot of friends but it don't mean shit
It shows my inner beauty when I treat them like it
I'm always sad or I'm angry
They call it teen angst, so I guess it hasn't left me
I'm not my biggest fan and you should know that
I go back on my words like I never even said them
One day, I'll be able to
Lift more than just one finger... for you
With that being said I won't make a stand
For something I don't respect or believe in
Another song about two feet
Following your heartbeat
All of that is bullshit
Never got me through anything
Anything at all
Anything at all
