Point Breeze Lyrics

Sheer Mag Point Breeze

In the light of the day we're whistlin dixie
Walkin down the street seeing nothing but gray
My vice is running out of steam
If my intentions are good and its still f..cked up well
What does it mean

No point the streets are changin
A white breeze is blowing through them
No point the buildings changing
I want some way to live

In the dead of night this town is coming up bright lights
Which way to the fire?
There's a brick through OCF and i'm walking by myself