Life Is Not a Waiting Room - Senses Fail

I stand alone on the verge of 24

I can not doubt, I’m left unsure

Everyone I know has a casket made

The black spins out, the roads are paved

Do I still have time to make mistakes?

Is this the point where I bend or break?

Am I too far gone to medicate?

Is this a birth or is this a wake?

There was a part of me

That I lost when I was seventeen

I can’t get back

The innocence I gave to scenes

In between Jersey plays

Was just an act

I would slit my throat and blinded through my lies

Desperate I am matched with two black eyes

At the mouth of a river people sit

With concrete shoes ready to jump in

Do I still have time to chase my dreams?

Or did that pass, sail out and leave?

Is there still room for me to grow?

Or is this feud all that I know?

There was a part of me

That I lost when I was seventeen

I can’t get back

The innocence I gave to scenes

In between Jersey plays

Was just an act

Sometimes I want, to just give in

Accept the answers without a question

It’s easier, I must confess

To treat this life like it’s a waiting room for death

How can I make sense of this mess?

I’ll share my emptiness with a glass

It’s my best bet for happiness

There was a part of me

That I lost when I was seventeen

I can’t get back

The innocence I gave to scenes

In between Jersey plays

Was just an act

There was a part of me

That I lost when I was seventeen

I can’t get back

The innocence I gave to scenes

In between Jersey plays

Was just an act