trying not what i'm used to nthis time, i'll abstain my telephonenso my fingers won't obey, anywaynnfinding courses to act for another nightnanything for the broken brainntake to the streets in another wayni go to best friend's girl's housenand this lady, haley's all under a hatnif we can talk for a whilenshe can break me downnand findnnwe're all just kids out looking for our own piece of mindnwith every damn mouth telling us we'll never be finenand so i'll screamnand sometimes all you got is your mom on your sidenwhen you go back to the chains nfrom where you used to resideni awake (in my sleep)ni'm awake (i still dream)nand it's always menon my god damn kneesnnhaley's so drunk, no way she'll remember nthe twenty-second of '04 novembernbut maybe i will have these problems toonand drink like a fish that's over fed at the zoonand if it seems to be the case whereasni stay inside on rainy nights (in)stead seeing younndo not fallnit's not your faultnso with this shootout, let's drawnnand it's always menon my god damn kneesnwhere's the upside please?nshe's me diseasennbut oh no, here it comes around againnand i can only wonder what i donto cause such complications and issues n(oh no, oh no)nokay i said it, what to doni should be hung dead for the youthni'm careless and frightened, and kind of exictednso why you gonna kill me girlnnwell i know, i keep up this damn townnby singing for the nightnand i felt i'd fall into bad waysnso i'll keep out of sightnears are bleeding from headphones beatingnno, i'll never go unhook myself fromnmy computer screennno, this console's got me cookingnlike an addict, we crave these thingsnnso haley's not coming back, not for nothingnand even if i could make up for somethingnshe'd still be right to hate me