Waking up on the floor
Joining ranks with the stains of the nights before
Grab the keys, where's the door?
I've had enough of this town--I can't take anymore
Broken bottles, bits of glass.
Empty packs of cigarettes to last the rest of my whole life.
I'll bite off more than I can chew until it hurts.
Putting the question on my direction.
I'll bite off more than I can chew if to eat your words.
There is no answer for the better or worse.
Waking up on the floor.
"What kind of future is that one to be working toward?"
"I don't know, you tell me."
You've taken quite an interest as of lately.
Bleeding dry of loves for cash,
I've carried you upon my back.
And I, I can't carry you anymore
I'll bite off more than I can chew until it hurts.
Putting the question on my direction.
I'll bite off more than I can chew if to eat your words.
There is no answer for the better or worse.
The road will bring to you something fresh, something new.
Bite more than you can chew until they eat their words.
We calculate a path in all we do, do the math.
The odds are stacked up high, therein the problem lies.
What Kind Of Future Lyrics performed by Pompeii are property and copyright of the authors, artists and labels. You should note that What Kind Of Future Lyrics performed by Pompeii is only provided for educational purposes only and if you like the song you should buy the CD