This time I’m not feeling the floor
I feel so sick, so stranded
In such a massive mix of boredom
Freedom, bad sleep and despair
I died so long ago and buried
Deep concepts and meanings
So overrated, so absurd
I wish I could bring them back
To feel that I’m not misleading
To check if I’m still breathing
In and out then trying once again
Like a rerun life, like a one way drive
Like a TV screen on a stupid dream I’m not home
Bring me back twho thousand and eight
Bring me back seventeen
Get me out of this circle of hate I’m in
I’m not trying to fix it anymore
Some things you just leave behind
But leave a slightly open door
Keep it away but alive
Like you hair turns grey
And guitar strings break
I will lay awake and preten
D I’ll take it from here
Take away this ball and chain
My taste for reveries
Wash this daze off my face
And just let me live and resist
I’m not buying, I’m not trying
This is not a race for gold
We’re still young, still bold, we’re still here
I’m so sick of lying
Sick of toasts made to the past
I won’t raise my glass
Higher than the crest of the wave
That leads my new way
Bring back life, open the gates
Take your time, just set me free
And shine some light on my stupid face again
