Something I Should Be Upset About Lyrics

Like the ceiling this white, keep the eyes from turning inside. I wait like a furnace tonight from hours without end in sight. Without an end in sight even when the sun clouds it a while. Easy does it, it'll have broken my mind, or what's left of it for the most part. By the road is a clever remark, something i should be upset about

(Thanks to recipesfordisaster for these lyrics)