14 hours ahead, a head that's heavier than lead. and I've
got toothpicks in my eyes. a smile more yellow than the
sky. I've got a song stuck in my head, one that I miss more
than my bed. It's a song sung from a fallen milkman who's
drinking bleach instead. I'm much like him. 14 hours
unfed, I spent the last cents in my head. 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 Mary's coast to
coast. I hate flying I said, that's what 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. I'm
now huffing gas and sniffing paint to take away this buzz
that I call you. 14 hours ahead, a head that's heavier than
lead. Toothpicks pry open eyes. a smile more yellow than
the sky. I've got a song stuck in my head, one that I miss
more than my bed. It's a song sung from a fallen milkman
who's drinking bleach instead. I'm much like him. 14 hours
unfed, I spent the last cents in my head. They're worth
much less than pennies now. Food for one thought shared
with a crowd. I've got a painting in my head, a deeper blue
bled thicker red. More red than Bloody Mary's coast to
coast. I hate flying I said, that's what 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. cause
I'm now huffing gas and sniffing paint to take away this
buzz that I call you.
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