i kiss your face while your'e sleepingnso i don't feel bad when i'm leavingni walk these streets till their dead endsnlike losing touch with your best friendsnthen once my feet hit the pavementnit starts all over againnnthis is the side project that was better than the actual bandnthis is your new friend's number written all over your handnthis is tired and poor but still being contentnthis is how we cope with bad days that just won't endnni kick the wall while i'm sleepingnanything to keep me from dreamingni count these minutes by milesnreally haven't slept in a whlennow at the bar with my best friendnit starts all over againnnthis is the side project that was better than the actual bandnthis is your new friend's number written all over your handnthis is tired and poor but still being contentnthis is how we cope with bad days that just don't endnnwe swing, let our feet danglenand point them to the skynonce we think we're high enoughnwe let go of the line