Watching cars pass by, I'm staring at the street
Hazy nights are habits now, I just can't seem to beat.
Dressed up in Sunday's best with a fifth in my hand.
Two packs of cigarettes and thoughts of spoiled plans
No regrets, just retrospect, and things I should've done
but if you don't care, then I don't care, we'll leave it that way
And it seems that we're going nowhere
At least we'll make it fast
And it might not be what we wanted
but at least it might last
it might be just what we need to get it back... that true feeling
Waking up this morning never felt so fucking tough
drinks to get me out of bed and pills to keep me up
Things can't get too clear now, I wouldn't like what I see
I'll find myself the nearest bar, and grab the closest seat
My friends are disappearing, they're leaving one by one
I'll tell myself a little lie...that this is what i want
And it seems that we're going nowhere
At least we'll make it fast
And it might not be what we wanted
but at least it might last
it might be just what we need to get it back... that true feeling
