I crawled back into bed after an hour today Because the feeling of failure hadn't gone away But my list of things to tick off is getting long And there's only so much good that can come from writing a song So I unlock the door and hit the street Ignore my tired eyes and dragging feet Force myself to do my time in this waiting room Because I've struggled to find the path to my modern mind So I guess the primitive just won again this time I'm damned whatever I do and I'm doomed if I don't I don't know what's going on Before the setting of the sun I can't get anything done But still the day seems too long Another miserable song about everything going wrong It's getting hard to stay strong I don't want to be here no more, but I know one thing for sure I'll miss you when I'm gone I've lost the feeling that I'll ever get some kind of balance I'm hoping that it will come back someday Then everything will seem alright and I can sleep at night Without thinking my dreams are out to get me And happiness won't be killed by sickness Someday I hope I'll find that I've crossed my own mind For the last time.