Haven't got the mind for this
Just like you haven't got the time
Run of the mill so grilled by life wreaking havoc on mine
Beats fights, lonely nights, walking home into the unknown
From what results have shown

By the greyhound track
In the aisles no smiles just novice eyes
Keeps the better praying for highs

Close to the ruin
Where the barely constructed castles are just tombs
listening to the next room

By the greyhound track
In the aisles no smiles just novice eyes
Keeps the better praying for highs

When it is morning these people are crawling
Finding salvation in morning publication
Every desire is taken from fire
Bruises on you show nothing to own you
Maybe the next day
Maybe the next hour
You will see the change
Or leave with a cower