Hook

Same old swinging door same old shit show No longer will my mind tell my heart where it should go Out for a tale of some strange I've yet to know I feel like my nights just begun but my bottle's gettin low I'm just a waiting patient cause my hearts beatin Be better off if my hands weren't bleeding And I feel as if I've done no wrong, for so long The ships sailed the fires burnin The conscience can't keep the tides from turning Now I see where all of this belongs And it's on