Coffee And Cigaretts Lyrics

I'm getting used to getting old but where's my ambition Days of omission I feel broken down inside because my words seem to be trite adding to the overwhelming Always a question of truth your truths question my efficiency Shocking - The words you can't hear Impact - The words I can't write Recycled words don't justify... none of these words suffice searching for the sharp words to drive the message in I put the last words down then I begin to question the truth Your truths question my efficiency Impact the words you can't hear Shocking the words I can't write