Seems like I'm on a different box each week
Hold a crown, play along
There's just no end for me
In the terms of
Honey where's the question
You usually ask?
Is this the day we get out of here?
Is this the day we get out?
In the terms of God
Have you picked up a real one yet?
In the terms of life
Are you happy with your choices still?
In the terms of sadness
Think I'm stuck living
With the ideals of a life
A moments what I have
A week until it all comes back to me
So don't bother with your invitation
I ain't showing up
Too busy staring at my calendar
In the terms of sadness
Think I'm stuck living
With the ideals of a life
A moments what I have
A week until it all comes back to me
So don't bother with your invitation
I ain't showing up
Too busy staring at my calendar