I'm a young, young man, with delusions of age
It's not someone I became, I've just always been this way
And if I keep on trying to be something more than that
Then I'll never have a chance to relax
I'm a lonely man, with a girl who's far away
That might sound a bit cliché, but I mean it when I say
That if I keep on trying to pretend that's not a fact
Then I'll never have a chance to relax
I'm an angry man, I feel useless all the time
I could bottle it away, and go on feeding you a line
But if I keep on holding on to putting on that act
Then I'll never have a chance to relax
//Silent, the cornerseat dinner for one
//Heavy, the build-up of tar in the lungs
//Dreaming my teeth will be falling out, seven by one
I'm a missing screw in a shelf that's falling down
At the time you need me most you might find I'm not around
But I am always trying to be something more than that
So that we might have a chance to relax
