// Talkin' about my generation.

Is it worth it can you even hear me,
Standing with your spotlight on me?
Not enough to feed the hungry,
I'm tired and I felt it for awhile now.
In this sea of lonely,
The taste of ink is getting old.
It's four o' clock in the f**king morning.
Each day gets more and more like the last day.

Still I can see it coming,
While I'm standing in the river drowning,
This could be my chance to break out,
This could be my chance to say goodbye.
At last it's finally over,
Couldn't take this town much longer.
Being half dead wasn't what I planned to be,
Now I'm ready to be free.

So here I am, it's in my hands,
And I'll savor every moment of this.
So here I am, alive at last,
And I'll savor every moment of this.

And won't you think I'm pretty,
When I'm standing top the bright lit city?
And I'll take your hand and pick you up,
And keep you there to so you can see.
As long as you're alive and care,
I promise I will take you there,
And we'll drink and dance the night away,
As long as you're alive.

Here I am,
I promise I will take you there.
The Used - Taste Of Ink