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Written By Pat Book Performed by Heroes Wear Helmets My night ends just as your day begins always somewhat number and a little bit dumber living by the clock, striving for more things to own the effort and futility both chill me to the bone Like banging your head against a brick wall the pressure compounds when the order's too tall if the glass is half-empty but the table's soaking wet when my life is nearly over it's the spills that I'll regret It feels like a month since i saw your face but at least it's a steady pace if i tell them they won, they might back down and relent their cacophony of sound Like banging your head against a brick wall the pressure compounds when the order's too tall if the glass is half-empty but the table's soaking wet when my life is nearly over it's the spills that I'll regret The words are only that but they never have rang true they're always quick to come between me and you Aus Songtexte Mania