The Making of a Roadside Attraction

I'm tired
I'm so fucking tired
Of trying to make this work
I feel sick
I'm not well
I look like shit
I'm tired of smiling when I wanna scream
And acting fine with everything
I feel trapped
I can't breath
It's closing in on me

I hope that it's worth all of the strain
It's put on all of us
I hope that they raise their fists and scream
About all of this pain
God-Damn, I hope that it's all worth something
Cause right now I'm offering
The very best there is of me...

We're sifting through pieces of what we are
To build a monument up to the stars
I've got a pocket full of dreams that haven't quite come true
Bits of a broken heart and a hope or two
So stand by me
Believe in me
Because I swear we're gonna be something

I'm sorry...
I can't give in...
Don't lose faith...
On these sacred asphalt grounds