Ideas and visions, they flood my head And I can't seem to get them back out They hang like a montage in my mind And right now, life doesn't seem so bad But who said that I'm a prophet? I've got no second sight So it probably won't work out that way And I'll keep going to bed alone at night So this is a song for things that won't ever happen Like owning a house and a white picket fence Seeing a national leader who makes some sort of sense Selling out to get loaded, being famous enough to sell out Three meals a day and you I aspire to be the poet my friends Are proud to say they know Call me narcissistic and vain It'll never happen anyhow I wanna influence a generation Have kids looking up to me Instead of always being the kid that looks up To people that I can never be So this is a song for things that won't ever happen Like owning a house and a white picket fence Seeing a national leader who makes some sort of sense Selling out to get loaded, being famous enough to sell out Three meals a day and you Living past sixty, debt-free and happy Going a full week without feeling alone Giving up drugs, understanding the economy Voting Liberal and you Paying off my loans, gaining a fanbase Learning to write a creative chord progression Dying of natural causes with someone who'll mourn For more than three weeks and you More than three weeks and you More than three weeks and you Three meals a day and you

And so these are the dangers that I knew would occur I observe from the edge of the deck and it serves To remind me of stupid decisions and plans My subconscious designed and thrust into my hands Extracting words that'll match the sensations I'm sharpening through a state of intoxication I know why I'm down, but I'm not gonna fix it And speak of the devil, but I still won't risk it Concealing your feelings is healthy regardless Of what people say, it's the coping that's hardest So stay isolated, a drink in your hand And envy the people whose lives went as planned I'm fucking pissed off and I don't have a right to be According to myself and my own philosophy Now I'm in pain but that's all on me Who else is to blame for my own misery? So I'll head back to the gutter and Get kicked in the head and pissed on by everyone And maybe it's just raining, maybe it's a dream I'll let my paranoia and these violent shakes lull me to sleep Is this an excuse or legitimate reason For use of this chemical changer of seasons Not that it matters, I'll drink it all anyway Just to say 'fuck you' to all that went down today Fun party talk about self-harm and depression Enhances the hopelessness, doubt and aggression That seems to come daily in increasing doses Cos when one door opens another one closes So I'll head back to the gutter and Get kicked in the head and pissed on by everyone And maybe it's just raining, maybe it's a dream I'll let my paranoia and these violent shakes lull me to sleep It's stay here with the crowd and just feel more depressed Or head home, be alone and just feel more depressed I'm not sure I can take it, my lifelines are gone So I'll suffer in silence like I've done for so long It makes complete sense I'm so fucking confused And I'll tell myself that, leave my ego disused But saying it is one thing, believing another That someday I'll get to say at least we'll have each other So I'll head back to the gutter and Get kicked in the head and pissed on by everyone And maybe it's just raining, maybe it's a dream I'll let my paranoia and these violent shakes lull me to sleep

To trip and stumble up the hill from Holmesglen station Getting caught in the magnificent torrential downpour Looking back every fifteen seconds to check And see if the man in the black jacket with the confident stride Is keeping up and when I'm satisfied he isn't I'll finally settle down and fall back into step With nature and myself as though we somehow go together Cos most days we're at odds with each other And it's breathing down my neck I'm running out of time to make a difference To the world and to my future Obscurity's the only place where I belong And I haven't been proven wrong yet Just keep walking on like we're not on death row And look at your watch as though you have somewhere to go The nights are too long yet I'm not getting enough sleep And the cost of living's getting far too steep The cigarette and coffee mornings feel too natural for my taste Like I was born to have nowhere to go When I wake up except back into my bed And of course I go to class on a good day If I didn't, what would be the point? But what's the point anyway besides convincing myself That I'm not a lazy wreck I'm not doing a bang-up job and I procrastinate like I've got something better to do aside from what I hate But it's the things I hate that keep me in check And we don't talk like we used to and it makes me feel like shit Yeah we could get a drink but we don't talk like we used to And it scares me half to death Just keep walking on like we're not on death row And look at your watch as though you have somewhere to go The nights are too long yet I'm not getting enough sleep And nothing feels right anymore And nothing seems fun anymore The nicotine that permeates the air is giving me a headache Cos I had six smokes before we left And my survival's feeling more like theft With every day that I exacerbate one of my mistakes And I can't say I feel alright But I can't say that I wanna die tonight I don't wanna die tonight You save my life on a day-to-day basis You save my life everyday and I love you for it I love you for it So please hang around