The Last of Disco Days - Versus You

I’m half awake at twelve

I close these eyes again

I’m half dressed at seventeen

And I still keep them closed

I felt half-dead by the time I turned twenty-one

I don’t feel alive at the age of twenty-two

I might feel okay at twenty three

I got overwhelmed like an empty shell

That’s waiting to get fired again

I’m chasing dreams in the town where I grew up

I play with grenades in these dirty streets

A hundred drinks, a hundred smokes, a hundred perfect times

I got a bomb for reality

Can anyone ever count on me?

I tried to get it right on many sleepless nights

It’s an itch I cannot scratch

It seems I wasted the last match