SINGER: The Lawrence Arms

SONG:Northside, The L&l, And Any Number Of Crappy Apartments

Snow piled on tables, up on scales, into bags
late night beer and smoke, too sleepy and awake
crazy eyes over eggs, crazy eyes like mine
cloths from a street cart, too much beer for the time at hand
nighttime passed by me again
phone calls that should never be made
phone calls that speed last night into today
so where will you be in ten years?
this is the part where you don't stay right here
smoking pain's a pang beneath the left ribcage
gasping ,idle breathing, burning to these thoughts of leaving
was it cold hands gripping fears
of being all alone in the world when i got there?
i'm choking in my sleep
fostered aching tension
demented bruised inventions
unbelievable, burnt out and seasonal
and i've been saying this for years
packing bags, not cleaning all of last night's empty beers
a war of words waged by the faithless
screaming in deep sleep
unjustifiable stagnation
so where will i be in ten years?
hopefully i won't be here
nose and eyes betray
you never did believe me
under my own skin
this is the part where you don't say
this is the part where you don't say