Select language to translate this lyric
Blind groping see what I can find
I'm writing with my vacant mind
Smooth sailing on the street below
Tryin' catch that matinee show
Ride out the sickness write a book
Then everyone can have a look
For the price of .95
We can all give a shit that you're alive
You're eye's are getting the best of her
She'll ask you which do you prefer
Then eveything will start to melt
As you recite just how it felt
Greedy people everywhere I be
Jesus Christ in the seat next to me
I ask him to take the wheel
He reminds me that he isn't real
Stand on the ledge wait for the clouds to clear
You've been waiting all day; I've been waiting all year
Look at me I'm not doing so well
And if you're right after all I'll be burning in hell
Wasting all the days of my eternity
Asking what you did that made you so much better than me
Maybe I, though burned out and confused
Can write something of use
But I don't know if I ever will or can
And I don't think you'll understand
None of this will never seem to stick
When you're not even listening, you're not even listening to me
you're not even listening, you're not even listening to me
you're not even listening, you're not even listening to me