Letras: The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. Getting By.

We're caught in a cross roads
Me and my friends
Just trying to figure out now what to do with ourselves
Working my day job
I feel I'm selling out
Steppin' up to take my role as a consumer and nothing else

I can see the window closing on all of my dreams
Should I stand and watch them all fade out?
Accept normality?

I
I don't care about getting by
No
No I don't care about gettin'...

Wastin'
I can't be found again
Wastin'
I know I'll see you someday
Wastin'
I know be found again
Wastin'
I know I'll see you someday

Now sit there and judge me for the things that I say
But you don't understand pain and I pity you anyway
But for those of you who hear me
We are strong
So come and follow me somewhere else

Wastin'
I can't be found again
Wastin'
I know I'll see you someday
Wastin'
I know be found again
Wastin'
I know
Somewhere else

I do not care about getting by
I do not care about getting by

Break me down
Bring me down
Will you save us?
Will you save us?
Break!
I
I do not care
I do not care
Care
About getting by