I come home after a long day of holding it all in me
I say to myself that I'm handing it so well
I am winning
But I still keep flying through a pack a day
I still take care of myself "my way"
I still brush off all concerned faces
I still step on my untied laces
I eat only when I remember
This way I'm not making it till december

It was all loud the entire week
Kept myself busy through the riot
Kept in touch with all my friends
But we didn't really speak
Didn't spend a minute by myself
And didn't want to think
Then I finaly sat down with me
Lit a cigarette didn't see didn't hear
And I was impressed by it
Even the frogs went quiet