Waking up on the floornJoining ranks with the stains of the nights beforenGrab the keys, where's the door?nI've had enough of this town--I can't take anymorenBroken bottles, bits of glass.nEmpty packs of cigarettes to last the rest of my whole life.nnI'll bite off more than I can chew until it hurts.nPutting the question on my direction.nI'll bite off more than I can chew if to eat your words.nThere is no answer for the better or worse.nnWaking up on the floor.nWhat kind of future is that one to be working toward?nI don't know, you tell me.nYou've taken quite an interest as of lately.nBleeding dry of loves for cash,nI've carried you upon my back.nAnd I, I can't carry you anymorennI'll bite off more than I can chew until it hurts.nPutting the question on my direction.nI'll bite off more than I can chew if to eat your words.nThere is no answer for the better or worse.nnThe road will bring to you something fresh, something new.nBite more than you can chew until they eat their words.nWe calculate a path in all we do, do the math.nThe odds are stacked up high, therein the problem lies.