Text: Lagwagon. Coffee And Cigarettes.

I'm getting used to getting old but where's my ambition
Days of omission
I feel broken down inside because my words seem to be trite adding
to the overwhelming
Always a question of truth your truths question my efficiency

Shocking - The words you can't hear
Impact - The words I can't write

Recycled words don't justify...
none of these words suffice searching for the sharp words
to drive the message in I put the last words down then I begin
to question the truth