Wearing down the same shoes, along with the same thoughts
Holding onto old faces, tying me up in knots
Running on treadmills, and not getting anywhere
I just haven't been myself, dizzy and impaired
On the fringe of the last stage and the next
And I don't know how to set myself apart from the rest
Wasting all my time, feeling like I'm falling behind
Looks like this is the best I'll find
Floating under the spectrum, of this supposed life
Walking past where we always rode our bikes
Seasons of scenes, that went by the wayside
Thought I'd be making a much bigger stride
On the fringe of the last stage and the next
And I don't know how to set myself apart from the rest
Wasting all my time, feeling like I'm falling behind
Looks like this is the end of the line
Running slowly, peeling myself out
Sleep deprived, passing the time
Days mundane, going insane
Flooding through me, things I should be
On the fringe of the last stage and the next
And I don't know how to set myself apart from the rest
Wasting all my time, feeling like I'm falling behind
Looks like this is the end of the line