Whoa oh whoa oh
So so so so so when you got no place to go
It don`t matter that your watch runs slow
So chalk one more hour destroyed
And sing it whoa oh whoa oh
I can`t afford to sleep
By my own accord I`m a borderline creep
My old friends are all employed
Lookin` out the window at a brick wall
I swore that i would be
the first one to make this zip code
fucking history
Lookin` out the window at the same wall
I never thought I`d be
With no future
Stuck in this mode
Stuck in history
These pages fill up too slow
I`ve got a red-5 fever and nowhere to go
So stamp one more day destroyed
And sing it whoa oh whoa oh
The company I keep
is the reflection of a borderline creep
Naked and paranoid
lookin` out the window at a brick wall
i swore that i would be
the first one to make this zip code
fucking history
lookin` out the window at the same wall
i never thought i`d be
with no future
stuck in this mode
stuck in history
Who am i to deny getting shrink-wrapped?
I`m a borderline creep
Real world bitch slapped
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