The Lawrence Arms The Northside, the L&L and Any Number of Crappy Apartments lyrics

Snow piled on tables, up on scales, into bags
Late night beer and smoke, too sleepy and awake
Crazy eyes over eggs, crazy eyes like mine, cloths from a streetcart, too much beer for the time at hand
Night time passed by me again.
Phone calls that should never be made.
Phone calls that speed last night into today.
So, where will you be in ten years?
This is the part where you don't stay right here.
Smoking pain's a pang beneath the left ribcage.
Gasping idle breathing, burning to these thoughts of leaving.
Was it cold hands gripping fears of being all alone in the world when I got there?
I'm choking in my sleep.
Fostered aching tension, demented bruised inventions.
Unbelievable, burnt out and seasonal.

And I've been saying this for years.
Packing bags, not cleaning all of last night's empty beers.
A war of words waged by the faithless.
Screaming in deep sleep.
Unjustifiable stagnation so where will I be in ten years
Hopefully I won't be here
Nose and eyes betray
You never did believe me
Under my own skin
This is the part where you don't say
This is the part where you don't say