Trading Punches Testo

Thought that I could cut it out
But it was gone when the axe fell
Been up to feeling real down
A high never hurt like this 'til now
Why do the days feel the same?
When does my mind get a break?
Wish I could cut it out
But I was under when the axe fell

I feel I'm growing tired of tearing through my wasted time Tell me, does anyone feel the way they should?

When you slip behind your eyes
Do the days just pass you by?
Does it always just go on and on and on?
Maybe you could let me know
When you try to make it stop
Trading punches with the clock
Does it always just go on and on and on?
Maybe you could let me know

There's a weight to youth
I despise this useless truth
A helpless age of proof
That I am who I was to you

I feel I'm growing tired of tearing through my wasted time
Tell me, does anyone feel the way they should?

When you slip behind your eyes Do the days just pass you by?
Does it always just go on and on and on?
Maybe you could let me know
When you try to make it stop
Trading punches with the clock
Does it always just go on and on and on?
Maybe you could let me know
Maybe you could let me know

A shake before the stop
Living just to feel the drop
Tell me who we've all become

When you slip behind your eyes
Do the days just pass you by?
Does it always just go on and on and on?
Maybe you could let me know
When you try to make it stop
Trading punches with the clock
Does it always just go on and on and on?
Maybe you could let me know (When you slip behind your eyes)
Maybe you could let me know (Do the days just pass you by?)
Bar me from the heavens' streets
Teach me hurt, make me believe
Nothing cuts like broken teeth
No, nothing cuts like broken teeth