i've been in a room with my regrets
strangled
cold and queasy now
you and all your friends have got your heads
screwed on right; it brings me down
i heard your voice and started to sweat
you saw my eyes dart to the
corner of the restaurant
where we'd make excuses and horrible mistakes
and everything could work out just fine
i might as well be a blind man
'cause i'm sick and tired of feeling around all my life
i could stare a whole year away
just to hear that there is some good news
my heart is open
bleeding
i'm suffering from the medicine-bottle blues
i'm biting the head of small-town loyalty
'cause i can't take it
don't hate yourself for your blackened veins
i'm the one that cause the hemorrhage
have you heard that love is dead?
now remember
i'm the one who faded
and couldn't handle simple conversation
and ended up just singing about it
we don't have to laugh about it
or ever tip our fucking hats about it
asleep
you're falling asleep
my thoughts weigh heavy on the coldest shoulder
is everyone alive and doing well?
i can't wait till i'm older
so you won't recognize me running like hell
and everything could work out just fine
i might as well be a blind man
'cause i'm sick and tired of feeling around all my life
sleep it all away and dream of something
so incomplete
i'm drowning in disaster
next time i'll live life faster
sleep your life away with me