Paroles de Coffee and Cigarettes

I'm getting used to getting old But where's my ambition Days of omission I feel Broken down inside Because my words seem to be trite Adding To the overwhelming Always a question of truth Your truths, they question my efficiency Impact - The words you can't hear Shocking - The words I can't write Recycled words don't justify... None of these words suffice Searching for the sharp words To drive the message in I put the last words down then I begin To question the truth Your truths, they question my efficienty Impact - The words you can't hear Shocking - The words I can't write