Three Days Old

[00:17.75] The poetry of this hangover
[00:24.99] I don't want to think, not hard anyway
[00:32.04] The scenery and fish, they're bad
[00:39.01] Take another breath, another look and swallow
[00:46.19] Holding the hand of hard times and fallout
[00:52.75] Yeah, it could be worse, my star could fall
[01:01.72] It could fall
[01:28.02] Pacified by little things
[01:31.14] Tones of beige and green
[01:33.88] Seem to halt a scream in
[01:36.64] Waiting, all red eyes
[01:38.88] All heads thinking
[01:41.94] No one says anything I can hear
[01:46.64] Down here on the floor where I belong
[01:51.79] Too young to find the horses
[01:54.99] Too young fighting causes
[01:58.55] I get overwhelmed
[02:01.24] And I feel three days old
[02:17.12] Another day goes and fails
[02:24.14] The people lose control
[02:27.56] Just 'cause things are going slow
[02:31.25] Your corduroy coat has left you
[02:38.55] Just when you're feeling the wind, the cold
[02:45.60] And then comes a rain of old thoughts that always
[02:52.16] Have to wreck my high and bring me down
[03:01.20] Bring me down
[03:27.39] You and I are not the same
[03:30.66] You like everything
[03:33.38] Arms wave in a spin
[03:35.87] Blown by things I've hated
[03:37.92] I've faded
[03:41.02] Faded to the point where
[03:43.87] I'm not all there
[03:45.96] Curled up on the floor where I belong
[03:50.84] Too young to find the horses
[03:54.16] Too young fighting causes
[03:58.11] I get overwhelmed
[04:00.49]
[04:49.86] You and I are not the same
[04:52.98] You like everything
[04:55.56] Arms wave in a spin
[04:58.15] Blown by things I've hated
[05:00.53] I've faded
[05:03.64] Faded to the point where
[05:06.20] I'm not all there
[05:08.08] Curled up on the floor where I belong
[05:13.14] Too young to find the horses
[05:16.10] Too young fighting causes
[05:20.33] I'm overwhelmed
[05:22.48] I'm over my head
[05:25.01] In over my head
[05:27.96] I've passed by the water line
[05:30.55] Feel only three days old
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