Crutches

Part scraping knee, part broken teeth
Half boredom, half bad night's sleep
I'm collapsing and I don't care

It's not like I'm without nothing to do
It's not like I'm without my bad days
And now she's coasting over me
She's over me

I told you so, the vim is gone
I wonder what went wrong
And now I know I'm in between
I've come to grips with what that means

I stop, did I miss my turn
What didn't I learn was I not around when roll was called
I stop, did I miss my turn
Another round when boredom becomes fear

Just give me something I can use
But with the knowledge it might be abused

I just sit in my room
I just stare at these walls
And now recall it doesn't help me at all

I wish I was in eighth grade
I could shoulder tap to buy a pack of Parliaments
I know I was underage at least I'd try

And now she's gone away, that's done now
And all my days end the same
And how I sit in my room and
Think about what could have been

I just sit in my room
I just stare at these walls
And now recall it doesn't help me at all