Letra 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 question my efficienty
impact the words you can't hear
shocking the words i can't write