Times like this I tend to find
The right words to describe
All the things we have denied ourselves
for so long

Excuses are like assholes
We all got one, they all stink
Lack of action brings on the fear
You cannot control

Big uneasy

It's high time for you and I
To yawn, stretch, wake up and
Open up our eyes
Take a big breath and realize
We've known nothing for so long

Big Uneasy

Times like this I tend to find
The right words to describe
All the things we have denied ourselves
for so long

So long

When I wake up from this haze
And hear you tell me my eyes are clear again
That's the day when I realize
All of the suffering is to purify

No more talking 'bout it whatcha gonna do
For me and you there's not a thing left to say ...nada

Shaken and stirred up, forgot to breathe
The little thing tend to get the best of me
Tell me again it will be OK
I'ts nice to hear, I'd be nice to hear

No more talking 'bout it whatcha gonna do
For me and you there's not a thing left to say
What if we just follow through this time
Could it be as easy as they say?

As I open up my eyes I start to realize
All the shit that they were selling
Would just fertilize the need to see if
There could be something more
Try to take into account that it's all you knew
Held a handful of cards they never showed to you

She stumbled crash landed, rose up to her knees
Dusted off her belly and rolled up her sleeves
Don't know what to do but wants to do it alright
Cell phones off again, where will she stay tonight

Up out of bed at one wondering where the day has gone
Starting it off with some coke and cigarettes
Couldn't wake up again to move the car
Too much fun closing down the bar
How will she ever get out of this mess

She'll marry you for a few grand, give you an easy payment plan
And hardly complain when you're past due
Give you a sob story how she's broke as fuck
And go out and get herself a new tattoo

You're pushin' too hard
Quit pushin' so hard

Don't take this rhyme all wrong
I'm not saying she's all bad
Just lot's of parts are needing some repair
I don't think she's totaled but she's sure damn close
It's like a car wreak, you can't help but stare

She'll marry you for a few grand, give you an easy payment plan
And hardly complain when you're past due
Give you a sob story how she's broke as fuck
And go out and get herself a new tattoo

Sticks and stones will break her bones
And words are hard to find
And sometimes even harder to say
Keep on making the same mistake over and over and over
Your yesterday will be today

Quit pushin' so hard

Just when I start to
Think that I might know
A little more about
What the hell it is I'm doing here
Seems all so clear
And then fades away

My head is my own worse
Enemy every time
Don't confuse me with
Any of the facts now I've made up my mind
So sure this time
With no rhyme or reason

Breathe in, breathe out
Repeat as necessary
What we think about
We become in the end

Someone said to me
Think back to what made you
Happy when you were young
I think back to the lake, me and you in the sun
Could it have been more fun

I'd breathe it in, I'd breathe it out
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What we dreamed about
Can all come true

How about now
Take control of the destiny
How about now
Not let the bastards get the best of me
How about now
How about today

Breathe in, breathe out
Repeat as necessary
What we think about....

Breathe in, breathe out
Repeat as necessary
What we think about
We become in the end

Stuck inside the world I created
Mesmerized by the light
Compromised all I had for this
Realize there's no turning back

All I've done up to now
Is try and run away from you
Thinking life wasn't about me
What will become for me and you

I have one belief that makes me ponder
This road that I chose and seem to wander down
When will it come, when will it come
Any day it won't be long

The color of my passion
It's a gleaming red
The texture of my soul
Rough and old
The feel of your touch
Seems to cleanse me
But where I'm going is still unknown

You ask me how long will I chase
This dream that I have
I tell you, until I am dust
Any day it won't be long

'Cause you see

The color of my passion
It's a gleaming red
The texture of my soul
Rough and old
The feel of your touch
Seems to cleanse me
But where I'm going is still unknown

The color of my passion
It's a gleaming red
The texture of my soul
Rough and old
The feel of your touch
Seems to cleanse me
And where we're going I now know