All Killer No Filler

Remember when there's nothing else to do, but lie in bed and, wonder how it was always up to you, and no one else and, Early mornings made up by warnings, what's the point of the alram that I'm ignoring? It's either raining, I'm not complaining, but

It's far beyond your reach it holds a place in time Somewhere ahead is the back of the line I can't relate to your mistakes awkwardly speaking with nothing to say music Caught up in your life excuses are so lame You may be different but I'm still the