This Time

Spent the night killing time
Thinking about lost voices
About that time that I almost got arrested

Sitting on the couch
Where'd I'd been before
It's not the same, at least to me, anymore

I put my head in my hands
And wished for the best

I'm starting trouble and I'm not thinking about it
Tearing down brick walls that hadn't been there
Listen to my words this time around
This time around
I wish that I had been there

Is it my imagination
or do I see you standing there?
It's another problem with those late night affairs

Is it desperation
or am I considered normal?
I can't tell the difference between this and dismal

I put my head in my hands
And wished for the best

I'm starting trouble and I'm not thinking about it
Tearing down brick walls that hadn't been there
Listen to my words this time around
This time around
I wish that I had been there