Traveling through the wrong
side of the week
I tried to find a place
that was somewhere in between
But I wasted time in a room
with all my needs
And craved like a beast
who is after things
So much here to call my own
But so much more claim me as their own
I think you were right
we are
the weak ones
We?re always here waiting
for someone
Trying to write it down
before it?s gone
Inside a book though it
comes out wrong
So much here to call my own
But so much more claim me as their own