If I could just begin
To forget where I have been
Maybe we wouldn't be here,
But I pace withing a haze.
I keep bumping into days
And waiting for them to end.

 [bad word] words [bad word] down.
I've searched for them so long [bad word]  [bad word] words [bad word] down.
And I've been searching so long.

I've been tounge-tied, tired and sick.
Like I'm training for the end.
I have been gasping for air,
I've been training for the end.

And I should've known better,
But I thought we were clear
(there I go thinking again).
Now look at our broken bones,
They want to heal but they don't,
We've nothing but tape to mend them.