and i scratched these words into a black notebook…
last straw, jack’s mannequin
i’m one year older now since the last time I saw you in case you wanna know, i’m about to say what i’m up to.first of all i’m a sluggard, moving slow in a clumsy waysome peace of mind is what i want, but that will be the day.i’ve been going without fault for so long, and this must endrunning round in circles, i’ve been so far from myselfsearching for the energy, and the time to make a changeto make a change in my life, instead of watching it pass bydo something now while i’m alivei’m twenty-two, don’t know what i’m supposed to door how to be, to get some more out of mei’m twenty-two, so far away from all my dreamsi’m twenty-two, twenty-two–feeling blue[…]afraid that i will be weak foreveri can’t stay in this shape any longermy life’s just another clichetwenty-two, millencolin
i’m keeping quiet until the phone stops ringing lately it’s hard to disconnect, i just want something real i’ll find my words if i can just stop thinking the room is spinning, i have got no choice be patient, i am getting to the point…
spinning, jack’s mannequin
you watched that poor girl waste the best years of her life and i’ll be damned if i am going out i will not go out that way.last straw, jack’s mannequin.
i can’t remember when the earth turned slowly so i just waited with the lights turned out again i lost my place, but i can’t stop this story
i keep forgetting when the earth turned slowly so i just waited till the lights come on again i lost my place but i can’t stop this story i found my way, but until then i’m only spinningspinning, jack’s mannequin.