The Lawrence Arms - The North Side, 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 Two sleepy and awake Crazy eyes over eggs, crazy eyes like mine Elote from a street cart, too much beer for the time At hand Night time pa**ed 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 Where will you be in ten years? Nose and eyes betray Where will I be in ten years? You never did believe me Where will we be in ten years? Under my own skin This is the part where you don't say This is the part where you don't stay