i miss my days of traveling.
maybe this summer i will get to slip away to somewhere north and cold.
found some photos from my time in korea.
Most of the times I got nothing to say
When I do it's nothing and nobody's there to listen anyway
I know I'm probably better off this way
I just listen to the voices on the TV 'til I'm tired
My eyes grow heavy and I fade away
Crooked on the outside, inside is caved
I taught myself how to grow old