Milhouse by George Gadd Lyrics

Most days I wake up by the light of the moon
With nothing to hold but this song in my head
And a bottle of empty regrets

Some mornings wake up with nothing to prove
I’ll swing at air but in this end i’ll always lose
I’m on the brink of a breakthrough (with you)

I’m throwing stones at every glass house that I can find
But I won’t stick around to sweep the glass up

I’m running on empty calories and table scraps
Room temperature beer in-between naps
And i’m carving out each day into the wall
I will stop before I stall

I’m burning every bridge that I have ever crossed
But I won’t stick around to watch the fire stop