Testo Breaking In

I've been stuck with my head up in this cloud
I'd ask for help but I know that you won't
Understand that this isn't one we can get through
We start to cringe at every note we play
We won't mend these ties that start to
Break away from the good old days that we strive for
Because I know that you're the same
And you'll always want it your own way And even if I playback tapes, CDs and demos break
That were on our own with no guarantee this will work
So don't trust us with this tonight