Testo Passin' Time

She was grasping for a way to tell us allThe hurt she felt inside"We're all too happy," she says, "Let's have a war,"And the knife digs deeper in.It's just some words to pass the timeSome words to pass the time.Now when the silence gets to be too muchI can feel the souls searchingWhere do I go when I've lost my cause?We all have storiesEven the good ones let me downThey're all just words to pass the time.I used to be so sincere, and maybe I still amBut all this small talk I've been reeling offIs slowly getting out of hand.I mix real feelings with the ones I wish I hadAnd I catch the most important one in between them allSometimes it seems like they're all just words to pass the time.And then we've lost our timeAnd we've wasted our wordsAnd all restraint is goneSometimes it's too unreal to believeJust don't give it all away - get a gripSometimes they're all just words to pass the time.I said I'm too high, I'm too highAnd I'm scared of falling downI've just been grasping for words to make you want to stayTo make it all worthwhile'Cause I don't want to spend the rest of my lifeJust passing timeNo, I don't want to spend the rest of my life hereJust passing time