| 2 A.M. |
(Bayley / Gers / Harris)
| I get in from work at 2 a.m. and sit down with beer
Turn on late night and then wonder why I'm here
It's meaningless and trivial and it washes over me
And once again I wonder is this all there is for me
Here I am again
Look at me again
Her I am Again
On my own
Trying hard to see
What there is for me
Here I am again
On my own
Life seems so pathetic wish I could leave it all behind
This canvas chair, this bed, these walls tht fall in on my mind
Hold on for something better
That just drags [?] you through the dirt
Do you just let go or carry on and try to take the hurt
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