three days old

Lyrics

the poetry of this hangover, i don't want to think, not, 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, it could be worse.my star 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, then comes a rain of old thoughts, that always have to wreck my high, and 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 to the point, where i'm not all there, curled up on the floor, where i belong