World Weary Waltz
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One, two, three! One, two, three!
These days, I spend my days wasting away in a daze,
For the imminent flashing inside of my brain.
What a waste, I am called outcast poor through my cage,
Realizing the lies on which my life is based.
Yes, these days, these days, they're getting so strange,
And the only thing keeping me some sort of sane
Is the thought of the day when I can finally stop riding trains
And can see the world in colors other than grey.
But, for now, I'll regret every detail!
For now, I'm worn out and weak willed,
World weary, washed up, and sick of the road,
But I don't think I'll ever go home.
Oh, can't you see what society's been doing to me?
I am free, but that don't guarantee I'm happy.
I'm reduced to reclusing away in the trees!
Well, oh well, I guess some things just weren't meant to be. :)
But, for now, I'll regret every detail,
For now, I'm worn out and weak willed
World weary, washed up, and sick of the road,
But I don't think I'll ever go home.
Oh, the chemistry set that I keep inside of my head
Is giving me problems again and again.
I have been in a coma, my youth's getting spent,
And I'll start changing soon but I'm not there just yet!
But, for now, I'll regret every detail,
For now I'm worn out and weak willed
World weary, washed up, and sick of the road
But I don't think I'll ever go home,
No, i don't think I'll ever go home.