Walking with my head sunk, staring at the floor.
Fleeting destination, breathing is a chore.
Waiting for some some motivation, always losing track,
keep on pushing ever forward, never looking back.
I hold on to the hope one day I'll be laid to rest,
I'm counting down the minutes 'til my bitter end.
I won't spend my final moments looking back on my life,
I'll sit alone inside this room until they turn off the lights.
The Nick Marshall Experience, if you like surf music, you'll like this not surf band. Kind of punk, beachy sound, lots of reverb, that great classic Nick Marshall smile. FACEPLANT