Wednesday night and there ain’t much left
To hold you to the ground or wet your breath
So you blast your music, you search your soul
Tryin’ to find a ladder out from this hole
But there ain’t no ladder, and there ain’t no help
At least you think a little for yourself
So where are you now, and what road’s next?
When was the last time you even tried to confess?

Thursday night and your world feels so dead
You’ve let all that laughter go to your head
But there’s an innocence still buried somewhere
And you’re too old to question why life ain’t fair
You shoot it up, or you take another drag
Go out with your friends to make fun of fags
But they’re on the corner makin’ fun of you
The tides have turned, so whatcha gonna do?