Letra de What Kind of Future

Waking up on the floor
Joining ranks with the stains of the nights before
Grab the keys, where's the door?
I've had enough of this town--I can't take anymore
Broken bottles, bits of glass
Empty packs of cigarettes to last the rest of my whole
Life
I'll bite off more than I can chew until it hurts
Putting the question on my direction
I'll bite off more than I can chew if to eat your
Words
There is no answer for the better or worse
Waking up on the floor
"What kind of future is that one to be working toward?"
"I don't know, you tell me."
You've taken quite an interest as of lately
Bleeding dry of loves for cash
I've carried you upon my back
And I, I can't carry you anymore
I'll bite off more than I can chew until it hurts
Putting the question on my direction
I'll bite off more than I can chew if to eat your
Words
There is no answer for the better or worse
The road will bring to you something fresh, something
New
Bite more than you can chew until they eat their words
We calculate a path in all we do, do the math
The odds are stacked up high, therein the problem lies