Teksty piosenek The Early November

The Early November

Look At Me

Everybody looks at me

Like they're so surprised that I can breathe.

I need to get out of this town.

I need to run for my own now.

And all my lack of style, I blame on him.

And all I want is this...

I need to have my time.

But I'm glued, I'm glued to the script.

Everybody looks at me

Then turns to their friend and says something.

I hate this town and my new life.

I'm tired of waiting all the time.

And all my lack of skill, I blame on him.

And all I ask is this...

I need to feel alive...

But you're glued, you're glued to the script.