So when you wake up in the morning in a bed that's too big just for you
Cold and empty like a desert of sheets
And when you drive in the night, faster and faster and faster
And you don't take care 'cause the passenger seat is free
And when you can do what you want
'Cause in the end there's nobody who really care
About
Seriously, do you think you are free?
So many names but so few friends
No new beginning my good-old end
My child inside is slowly falls apart
And the spring came back from north
It might be love it might be a joke
I tried to let him breathe but folks
He always seems to choke
And when you realize that you can tell the winner at the starting gate
And you are not on the list
And maybe you've never been
And when the nights are so long and the only eye contact is the reflection in the bottom
Of the glass
If this is freedom, I want to rot in jail
So many names but so few friends
No new beginning my good-old end
My child inside is slowly falls apart
And the spring came back from north
It might be love it might be a joke
I tried to let him breathe but folks
He always seems to choke