Falling Angels

I’m doing things I don’t want to do
I have a job I don’t want to do
Live in a place I don’t want to be yeah
The more I put in the less I get out
I drive a car but I want to walk
I start to scream when I want to talk
There’s beauty around me but I cannot see man
The more I put in the less I get out
I would be one of those falling angels
If I could say what’s good for you
I’m not one of those fallin' angels
I don’t even know what’s right for me
Feel like wasting time when I’m with my friends
Sometimes I have wet nervous hands
And then I feel like I’m in a wrong place man
I want to speed up — I know time’s running out
If I had money I would be free
Can do my job like it’s a hobby
And in the mirror I’d see a happy face man
I need to speed up — I know time’s running out
I would be one of those falling angels…
I’m not one of those … angels