Tekst:
Less Than Jake Borders And Boundaries

a long time Had a plan for every year I've been alive a million more I've built up inside of me there's a million more that I have bottled up and that

This map hung up on the truck stop hallway door is looking worn and I can hardly read it anymore I feel like I'm a speck thrown on the map and I can't

so fast in a blink of an eye So never close your eyes..." "...i always wanted something more than 50 hours every week And a paid vacation on the jersey shoreline" And

's the guy pissing in the front yard of your house Have another drink Mark Cruce Mark Cruce Have another drink Mark Cruce He's the guy passing out and

the different sides and you're so convinced that inch by inch and I know what you feel like than that skyline that goes on and on forever on and on?

that hell looks a lot like L.A. moved down from the north and told herself she'd try ignored and bored the same feelings as yesterday 18 and lost and

let it go she said "it's done" second chances seem to never come After all the bad endings and misunderstandings and all of the late night last hopes and lost time and