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