Bermuda

Swimming through a sea of underpaid drinkers
Biting off whatever is left on my fingers
It’s just a matter of time before I say or do something that I’ll regret
If it’s a Tuesday evening or a Saturday night
I’m fooling myself and it just doesn’t seem right
No it just doesn’t seem right
Well everyone’s on fire
But I can’t stand the heat
And everyone does anything to keep him on their feet
Well I’m all too familiar with train line graffiti and all these trips to and
from the city
Give me plenty of time to think a little too hard about the things that I’ve
said
And the things that I’ve done
It was never my intention to fall over enemy lines
Or is that the same lie that I’ve been telling myself over a thousand times
Well everyone’s on fire
But I can’t stand the heat
And everyone does anything to keep him on their feet