It's 3 .30 in the morning and I could cry
I stop in to use the bathroom
At some pit stop, 7 -Eleven
And man, that store just shines
Like a kid in a toy store
I am up and down the aisle
For impulsive purchase power
They are building an empire
We are a culture of Market
And I am the ultimate consumer
I buy cigarettes, diet soda,
some sugared meal replacement bar
I have not lost my sense of humor
And the real test, the real test
Is just learning how to sit here
and just let the wind blow,
cause I want to get messed up,
to try to cover up the fear
and I want to stop myself sick
so that I don't have to feel so empty
we would feed off our desire
as it would get us so damn high
I used to need you like a drug
Nights I waited for you to come home
and I felt like I was gonna explode
I did not know how to love
And I sit down to write you a birthday card
And finally realize, less is more
at this point everything's been said
I am sad and I am fearful
I licked a stamp and got real tearful
These thoughts ever leave my head
And the real test, the real test
is just learning how to sit here
and just let the wind blow
Cause I wanna get messed up
to try to cover up the fear
And I wanna stop myself sick
So that I don't have to feel so empty
Now there's this girl sitting up on stage
And she looks about my age
I stopped dead in my tracks,
I'm shocked at my reaction
Cause I'm inspired but thinking
And I flip -flop between feeling that I
ought to be something next big
they will discover me as a fake
I say I don't care if I win or lose,
but I'm petrified to make one bad move.
but I discover that I am safe.
And the real test is just learn
To feel a hole in my chest
and just let the wind blow
And I'm not gonna get messed up
to try to cover up the fear
second pass out real quick,
so that I don't have to feel so empty
just one day, one day you
