I’m not holding half the keys
To getting where I ought to be
I’m not getting anywhere
Cause I’m too good to even care
I’m not holding half the keys
To getting where I ought to be
But I’m not seeing anything
Where I have not already been

On the train I don’t look out the window anymore
Going over the bridge
When it rains I don’t dance in the street anymore
Like when we were kids
On the sidewalk I don’t notice the cracks anymore
When I try I can’t remember the reason
No more, no more

And I cry, ‘cause it’s true:
I die in my living room every night.

For a moment it feels like I’m living again
The way that it was
And it goes just as fast as I had it my friend
The way that it does
I will chase that until I can’t anymore
And my days are not for getting over with
no more, no more

And I cry, ‘cause it’s true:
I die in my living room every night.

I can’t keep on going like this
I can’t keep on going on doing nothing about it
I can’t keep on...