Minutes, running down the drain This is where our lives go This is where we stay In a job that really pays So much like the first step Maybe just a misstep Maybe just a phase, just a phase What am I supposed to do? ^3x Take a Dramamine for nausea Another pill for the broken bones And the ringing in my head now Sounds just like the telephone So it's over-complicated A shame so shoved aside Like the broken years I've waited And the emptiness inside What am I supposed to do? ^3x Take one more on the chin Grow a somewhat thicker skin Let the scars all fade away Like the promise of today And when the sky falls down I hope you're still around And everything keeps changing, but I won't be around!