wake up every afternoon and the sun looks like its coming down on the wall pretty soon yeah that winter sky still got its eye on you cant sleep dont eat heartbeat asking you dont you think youve had enough dont you think youve had enough of this hell they make you fake it like youre tough well i know thats how it goes and the oil just keeps on spilling while the men behind locked doors make their decisions without your permission and my old friends still dead goddamn i miss him he still sings me songs and i sing along like im asking dont you think youve had enough dont you think youve had enough of this hell pretending like your grown up well i know thats how it goes i know you know dont you think youve had enough dont you think youve had enough of this hell falling down and getting up yeah i know thats how it goes you know thats how it goes i dont quite know just how it goes dont know just how it goes