Professional at killing time, its killing time.

So grab your coat its time to go

Your numbers up

The city said so

Or, we could stay and watch the rain

Ill let you talk me into going insane

I hear its nice

And the drugs are good the drugs are good


and Im finished with here

yeah im finished with here

Unless you convince me otherwise


Want to be my reason for going on this year?

Ill bet you dont

And its pretty obvious that your (Im the one thats) scared

And I bet you wont


Doing good to get out of bed

Its not that bad, thats what I tell myself

But its untrue.

Can anybody find me a little truth


And Im sick of being scared

Yeah Im sick of being scared

Oh baby, please dont leave


The rain sliding down his/her face

Mixing with tears about saying bye

To a boy/girl whos confused

Borderline destroyed by a world

That insists on having its way

With the two of us standing on the street

Thats seen better days

Mixing with colors her eyes werent made

To see me being weak

I used to be starved for life

Now Im all filled up

On self destruction videos


Sunday morning in Sunday best

Her Sunday skin in that Sunday dress

And Im through

Ive never seen girls that look like you do

And shes melting me

Like ice cream on the street

On the fourth of July