I Got Punched in the Face, What's Your Excuse

A story has been told us Just what it takes to fill the pages It was all before the writing starts to mean we can't go on Looks like we're changing in all ways I bet it all comes easy You say no worries, I'll be there But for me it's not the same old way I want to live our last days This time I can't rely on Anything but voices That force themselves inside Oh you know I exaggerate too much They fade before long It will end up the same It will end up the same numb way I remember the old days It's like I can't always shrug it off, it wears me out In strange places that I don't see myself in