Footnote Letra

Pick me up where I left off
Mark, Tom, Mr. Armstrong
Your guitars resonating in my ear drums
But I needed more than this
Music that gave me authentic reasons to exist

Locked in a room, I'm bruised
I try to feel the past that I once knew
Not in bullet wounds, not beaten blue
But the weight of the outside world just might crack me in two

Discovered you girl
You were my whirlwind world
But I could only dream of you
I've never had the nerve
No lunch table vacant
I'm going outside to the cold
No one's there for me no more
Why should I bother to move any longer?

Everyone and everything
We're bitter enemies
Is there a place outside these walls
Where I can feel pain nonetheless carefree?

No I don't need a map
I'll do it by myself
The bullshit that I stomach
I'll purge it out right now