Putting My Tomorrows Behind - Daniel Norgren

When I’m coming home, my mind starts to roam.

I go to bed while picking up speed

the surface might say that I’m doing okay

that I got what a man might need

I got my degree, a brand new tv

the parts where I live ain’t too bad

but I can’t recall, none of it all

in any dreams I’ve had

I hear myself saying, I’m doing fine my life is a walk through the pines.

But I’m sick and I’m tired, spending my time, putting my tomorrows behind.

The sky is big and white and I’m locked inside

working all day with a frown

I guess I’m just a coward who would need to get fired and banished from this

town

I think to myself, things weren’t trying like tomorrow I’ll quit, tough I’m.

but I’m sick and tired spending my time putting my tomorrows behind.

I think to myself, time after time

tomorrow I’ll be there in my prime

but I’m sick and I’m tired, cause I know that I’m lying I’m putting my

tomorrows behind

I’m sick and I’m tired, cause I’m not even trying

I’m putting my tomorrows behinds.