"I have one question before you leave
If you can't answer it, then I will let it be"
What will happen to us in a month, if this is where we are now
And isnt it a shame that I cant think out loud
Without the words getting stolen right out of my mouth
So desperate, so addicted, so tormented, so afflicted
How many pennies must we save to a get a bus on the road?
How many days must we push away before we pay what we owe?
At one point we were crucified and burned out
Crawling on the ground, I told you we would start to doubt
