Motown Never Sounded so Good - Less Than Jake

So you say

All your white flags are up and that you’ve had enough

And you’re tired of collecting dust

You say everything always looks the same

And you made

Your brand new face to match your brand new place

You say all your distress calls have gone out

And your ship is going down

Well I say it to myself all the time

«Stop living half a life and stop feeling like I’m half alive!»

I can’t get enough, I’m not satisfied

I’ve wasted my time with this daily grind

In single file lines, is this real life?

I keep telling myself sometimes

What matters is on the inside

Do you remember when we had all the answers

And can you really remember

When we wished for anything better

Does feel like it’s been forever?

Does it feel like a broken record, head full of yesterdays?

You keep wishing your life away

You can’t keep looking over you own shoulder

Things will never look up unless you start to move forward

Well I say it to myself all the time

«Stop living half a life and stop feeling like I’m half alive!»

I can’t get enough, I’m not satisfied

I’ve wasted my time with this daily grind

In single file lines, is this real life?

I keep telling myself sometimes

What matters is on the inside

I can’t get enough, I’m not satisfied

I’ve wasted my time with this daily grind

Yeah I can’t get enough, I’m just getting by

I can’t stand this design for our bitter lives

I keep feeling lost, I’m not satisfied

With traffic and turnpikes and these tired eyes

I can’t get enough, I’m not satisfied

I’ve wasted my time with this daily grind

In single file lines, is this real life?

I keep telling myself sometimes

What matters is on the inside