Bit Part Actor

[Verse 1]
On Tuesday morning, 22nd of July
I tend my resignation, walk out to the street
I decide to stop feeling hopeless, and admit defeat

I draw the poisonous air into my meaningless lungs
And gaze up at the windows lit up high above the slums
And think of all that life there, piled up like shit in a stable
Drenched in the blood of Abel, so nothing ever grows

[Chorus]
And I am tired of listening
To the sound of your laughter
Let me deliver my lines and leave
Like a bit-part actor, pacing in the wings
Waiting for a cue, but no one ever comes to ush you in
In the end, it is down to you
In the end, it is down to you

[Verse 2]
I watch the narrative fade, right off the page
I watch my friends grow up and grow apart
Grow cynical with age
I watch the new generation that was taken our place
And I couldn't recognize what I'd become

And on Sunday morning, 27th of July
I woke up from a nightmare and I wanted so to die
I saw every opportunity that ever passed me by
There in your cold blue eyes
I saw it crystallize, a place where nothing grows

[Chorus]
And I am tired of listening
To the sound of your laughter
Let me deliver my lines and leave
Like a bit-part actor, pacing in the wings
Waiting for a cue, but no one ever comes to ush you in
In the end, it is down to you
In the end, it is down to you

In the end, it is down to you