Same Things

I've been howling in on the stage since fifteen
I was sick of the world and got lost in my dreams
It's so damn easy, to feel mad, to just hate
Open your eyes, you're pulling dead weight

Are you tired of the sting?
Are you waiting for a spring?
Are you wistful, are you bored?
Will you savour, will you mourn?

It's a mess, all we do is obsess
With all the negative space in our heads
Our hearts won't get filled, a smile gives us chills
And the happiness, it kills

Are you tired of the sting?
Are you waiting for a spring?
Are you wistful, are you bored?
Will you savour, will you mourn?

We'll find a time to circumvent
We'll absorb all the sympathy
We'll dig deeper in the dirt
To find what's left
Of the hurt
When all we're just waiting for
Is we claim is
The perfect opportunity
To shine

Are you tired of the sting?
Are you waiting for a spring?
Are you wistful, are you bored?
Will you savour, will you mourn?