The falling sky grieves with a face that seems like it's beginning to cry
But without doing so, right now, it passes by
Swallowing the thoughts with no place to be spit up, so us, it lands on
I spit them out mixed with all of my irritation

Fearing the next day, anxiety embraced with everything that is about to just shatter
And looking only at that coming day after tomorrow that won't bring an answer

What will I draw on the tomorrow that's spreading quickly, infinitely in the color that's a pure white
What will I draw on the tomorrow that's spreading quickly, infinitely in the color, black as night
I struggle and then I shine!

It all is so lame for me to just only fret
And I refuse to sit like an idiot
There's nothing at all that I want to do
I hold a cigarette in my mouth, as do you
Somehow, it's not fun being here at this place
I'm watching my men with worried eyes on my face
Even if lying, "I ain't crying"
It really hurts, but acting tough I keep trying
I'm used to commuting on a highway that's dim
The i-Pod that's bought only for him
The shallow rap that people accuse as treason
A flimsy bag that's heavy for unknown reasons
The place that should be much warmer than I should know
Is oppressive so I open up the windows
I'm about to be smashed by the pressure of you
In the same park that I run right into

Fearing the next day, anxiety embraced with everything that is about to just shatter
And looking only at that coming day after tomorrow that won't bring an answer

What will I draw on the tomorrow that's spreading quickly, infinitely in the color that's a pure white
What will I draw on the tomorrow that's spreading quickly, infinitely in the color, black as night
I struggle and then I shine!

(Instrumental)

Draw a sketch of yourself that looks like it's fine
Within a limited, cramped amount of space
Right now, I still am fine with that

What will I draw on the tomorrow that's spreading quickly, infinitely in the color that's a pure white
What will I draw on the tomorrow that's spreading quickly, infinitely in the color, black as night
I struggle and then I shine!

WHOA!

What will I draw on the tomorrow that's spreading quickly, infinitely in the color that's a pure white
What will I draw on the tomorrow that's spreading quickly, infinitely in the color, black as night
I struggle and then I shine!