And now i'm a ghost, at the bottom of kingston road.
Just west of hell, just east of home.
And as i sit here, overthink everything.
Begin to over analyze just what it meant to me.
Like i'm caught in the rain.
A string of bad luck i should be use to this routine.
But it's the little things, that make me realise,
I'm just tired of this scene.

With that being said, i won't make a stand.
For something i don't believe in.
With that being said i won't make a stand,
For something i don't respect or believe in.

Another song about two feet, following your heartbeat.
All of that is bullshit.
Never got me through anything.
Anything at all.

I 've got a lot of friends but it don't mean shit.
It shows my inner beauty when i treat them like it.
I'm always sad or i'm angry.
They call it teen angst, so i guess it hasn't left me.
I'm not my biggest fan and you should know that,
I go back on my words like i never even said them.

One day,
I'll be able to,
Lift more than just one finger...for you!
With that being said i won't make a stand,
For something i don't respect or believe in.

Another song about two feet, following your heartbeat.
All of that is bullshit.
Never got me through anything.
Anything at all.
Anything at all.