The poetry of this hangover
I don't wanna think, no, too hard anyway
The scenery and fish, they're bad
Take another breath, another look and swallow
Holding the hand of hard times and fallout
Yeah, it could be worse, my star could fall
It could fall
Pacified by little things, tones of beige and green
Seem to halt a scream in waiting, all red eyes
All heads thinking, no one says anything
I can hear down here on the floor, where I belong
Too young to find the horses
Too young, fighting causes
I get overwhelmed
And I feel three days old
Another day goes and fails, the people lose control
Just 'cause things are going slow
Your corduroy coat has left you
Just when you're feeling the wind and cold
And then comes a rain of old thoughts
That always have to wreck my highs and bring me down
Bring me down
You and I are not the same, you like everything
Arms wave in a spin, blown by things I've hated
I've faded, faded to the point where
I'm not all there, curled up on the floor, where I belong
Too young to find the horses
Too young, fighting causes
I get overwhelmed
And I feel three days old
You and I are not the same, you like everything
Arms wave in a spin, blown by things I've hated
I've faded, faded to the point where
I'm not all there, curled up on the floor, where I belong
Too young to find the horses
Too young, fighting causes
I'm overwhelmed
I'm over my head
In over my head
I passed by the water lines
Feel only three days old
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