Breaking Point

Watching over, looking inward
Watching over, looking inward

Well, I've been up and down these same damn roads
And nothing ever seems to change, and uh
You grow a little older, then one day, your strange becomes mundane
Don't know how folks can do it day after day
What does it feel like to be here and not feel right?
Does it feel like fighting? Does it serve to a nightmare?

I don't know all of the details of the day
But I felt that it wouldn't be wrong to bow my head and pray
'Cause there's nothing out here but busted trucks, empty beers and rusted nails
There's some broken bottles and boarded up houses
And these worn out old man tales (yeah)

I'm not sure that I can go on with my day
Can't get lost in the soft skin
Would you please meet me half-way?
I could drown in this old playground
Where the streets don't have no name
All my friends skipped town or went to jail, as if to hide their shame

I'm running out of patience
The days goes to break it and the way it's got me, it make me go crazy
Get out of this rut (can't get out of this rut)
Gotta pick myself up (gotta pick myself up)
I could leave, it wouldn't matter
'Cause nobody notices the weekend after that
Because inside, they're sad and lonely
I'll be hoping this day (I'll be hoping this day)
But it's not looking that way (it's not looking that way)

But what can I say? (Hey) got music to make (make)
God, hoping that these trenches, they ain't just standing to break (break)
But I could take five, then we're ready to play (play)
Do you people feel what we see?
We're gonna give it to ya

The weatherman said, "Mostly rain again", damn
Take that winter and stick it where the sun don't shine
Tryna find the benefits in the gray state of mind
Isolated in my melancholy confine
And I'm turning to a migraine, an aging think tank
Today faded on tomorrow's daybreak
To chase if I stay awake
Naps to conversate, say bastards play keep-away with contracts
I'm gonna have to have it with death, forgot about that
On the fast track to disaster, past my salary cap

Tapped out and cash-strapped
No way I'll keep looking, no change between cushions
Won't play the game crooked, the Queen killed my rook
Don't wanna stay, so fuck it out
Sacrifice my peace, the harder my sleeves, tuck it
Muffled those words, all the bombs, so puzzled and tongue-twisted
I'm done with it and it's just begun

I'm running out of patience
This soul's to break, the days got rain to make me go crazy
Get out of this rut (can't get out of this rut)
Gotta pick myself up (I gotta pick myself up)
I could leave, it wouldn't matter
'Cause nobody notices the weekend after that
Because inside, they're sad and lonely
And I'll be hoping this day (I'll be hoping this day)
But it's not looking that way (it's not looking that way)

But what can I say? (Hey) got music to make (make)
God, hoping that these trenches, they ain't just standing to break (break)
But I could take five, then we're ready to play (play)
Do you people feel what we see?
We're gonna give it to ya (give it to ya, give it to ya, give it to ya...)

Watching over, looking inward
Watching over, looking inward