Routine in the agony
Sit in the alleyway and wait
Visions of her became an unobtainable charade

You're keeping the secrets, but giving me sequels instead
My fury and disappointments collaborate for your enjoyment

Can't you see I'm tipping over the edge of the bank?
And tired and ridiculous, slipping up on every step I tread.

Can't you see I'm tipping over the edge of the bank?
And tired and ridiculous, slipping up on every step I tread.