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

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