作词 : Michael Simard/Samuel Bocan Biddle

作曲 : Michael Simard/Samuel Bocan Biddle

Every night I come home in the dark

I got no one to talk to

No one to call

Every night I walk by the same old buildings

I carry the same old bag

Same old feelings

I’m just a dot on a page

Probably just a mistake

Singing those words on a stage

Stealing the real from the fakes

I’m just a kid of your age

Who’s made a lot of mistakes

Still working minimum wage

Staying away from the snakes

I’m reminiscing on the old me

I always had something to say

I know the end of the story

Now everything bores me

Headed to the north

Headed to the west

One day I’m the worst

One day I’m the best (what if my next breath is a bad one?)

Some days I’m stuck in the future

Some days there ain’t even one

I got lost in the bigger picture

Who said that it would be fun

Every night I come home in the dark

I got no one to talk to

No one to call

Every night I walk by the same old buildings

I carry the same old bag

Same old feelings

I’m just a dot on a page

Probably just a mistake

Singing those words on a stage

Stealing the real from the fakes

I’m just a kid of your age

Who’s made a lot of mistakes

Still working minimum wage

Staying away from the snakes