i must confess, i never saw your eyes,

i never could have lied to myself.

down these vacant streets we walk,

and this rusted car i drive,

i wish i could have been heppier with myself.

and there it goes again, a broken down coffee shop,

where my head will rest on these bracelets and this watch.

3:30 comes so fast, and two will it pass,

the broken hearts and my knumbing skull for now,

it's going to take me a while, to figure out this place,

the home of the tired ones.

and there it goes again, a broken down coffee shop,

where my head will rest on these bracelets and this watch.