Breaking Point

Watching over, looking inward

Watching over, looking inward

Well, I've been up and down these same damn roads

And nothing ever seems to change, and uh

You grow a little older, then one day, your strange becomes mundane

Don't know how folks can do it day after day

What does it feel like to be here and not feel right?

Does it feel like fighting? Does it serve to a nightmare?

I don't know all of the details of the day

But I felt that it wouldn't be wrong to bow my head and pray

'Cause there's nothing out here but busted trucks, empty beers and rusted nails

There's some broken bottles and boarded up houses

And these worn out old man tales (yeah)

I'm not sure that I can go on with my day

Can't get lost in the soft skin

Would you please meet me half-way?

I could drown in this old playground

Where the streets don't have no name

All my friends skipped town or went to jail, as if to hide their shame

I'm running out of patience

The days goes to break it and the way it's got me, it make me go crazy

Get out of this rut (can't get out of this rut)

Gotta pick myself up (gotta pick myself up)

I could leave, it wouldn't matter

'Cause nobody notices the weekend after that

Because inside, they're sad and lonely

I'll be hoping this day (I'll be hoping this day)

But it's not looking that way (it's not looking that way)

But what can I say? (Hey) got music to make (make)

God, hoping that these trenches, they ain't just standing to break (break)

But I could take five, then we're ready to play (play)

Do you people feel what we see?

We're gonna give it to ya

The weatherman said, "Mostly rain again", damn

Take that winter and stick it where the sun don't shine

Tryna find the benefits in the gray state of mind

Isolated in my melancholy confine

And I'm turning to a migraine, an aging think tank

Today faded on tomorrow's daybreak

To chase if I stay awake

Naps to conversate, say bastards play keep-away with contracts

I'm gonna have to have it with death, forgot about that

On the fast track to disaster, past my salary cap

Tapped out and cash-strapped

No way I'll keep looking, no change between cushions

Won't play the game crooked, the Queen killed my rook

Don't wanna stay, so fuck it out

Sacrifice my peace, the harder my sleeves, tuck it

Muffled those words, all the bombs, so puzzled and tongue-twisted

I'm done with it and it's just begun

I'm running out of patience

This soul's to break, the days got rain to make me go crazy

Get out of this rut (can't get out of this rut)

Gotta pick myself up (I gotta pick myself up)

I could leave, it wouldn't matter

'Cause nobody notices the weekend after that

Because inside, they're sad and lonely

And I'll be hoping this day (I'll be hoping this day)

But it's not looking that way (it's not looking that way)

But what can I say? (Hey) got music to make (make)

God, hoping that these trenches, they ain't just standing to break (break)

But I could take five, then we're ready to play (play)

Do you people feel what we see?

We're gonna give it to ya (give it to ya, give it to ya, give it to ya...)

Watching over, looking inward

Watching over, looking inward