Tied Up

Another young mind's gone to waste
Seems like we're stuck in the middle
If leaving 'em behind is in poor taste
I lost mine years ago
I lost mine years ago

Grown up in a broken home
Tied up with unbreakable floss
Grown up in a broken home
Tied up with unbreakable floss

One stack of books in the middle of the road
The wind blows the pages
Nothing ever looked so lonely
If we're losing our minds as we grow old

Grown up in a broken home
Tied up with unbreakable floss
Grown up in a broken home
Tied up with unbreakable floss

Tied up in unbreakable floss
Or is it all in our heads
Mark my words
You'll fill that hole
It might be tomorrow
It might have to be now