Wawa Air

Strung out on T3's
I can't feel anything
Are you talking to me?
So blurry, I can't see
Numb with anticipation
I wait for reincarnation
I just don't want to feel
I can't fucking tell what's real
It happens every time
I don't have an explanation
I don't have any stories
Left for your imagination
Some day, some how
I'm going to go out
And cause a riot
All over this fucking town
I already know
Importance is not my forte
I already know
Whatever you're going to say
I can't do this, I can't do that
Always gonna be shit
Never cutting slack
Bring it back home
You're still always alone
And I'm still over there
A statue by the telephone