14 hours ahead and I've got toothpicks in my eyes, a smile more yellow than the sky
It's a song sung from a fallen milkman who's drinking bleach instead
I've got a song stuck in my head, one that I miss more than my bed
I'm much like him. 14 hours unfed They're worth much less than pennies now
Food for one thought shared with a crowd
and I've got a painting in my head, a deeper blue bled thicker red
More red than Bloody Marys coast to coast
Sad, sorry excuse.
I hate flying I said
Just like everything that made her smile and everything I use
I won't go back to the way it was
to take away this buzz that I call you. I'm now huffing gas and sniffing paint,
Toothpicks pry open eyes, a smile more yellow than the sky
14 hours ahead It's a song sung from a fallen milkman who's drinking bleach instead
I've got a song stuck in my head, one that I miss more than my bed
I'm much like him.
14 hours unfed
They're worth much less than pennies now
I've got a painting in my head, a deeper blue bled thicker red
Food for one thought shared with a crowd
More red than Bloody Marys coast to coast
I hate flying I said
Sad, sorry excuse.
Just like everything that made her smile and everything I use
I won't go back to the way it was
to take away this buzz that I call you.I'm now huffing gas and sniffing paint,.
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