歌词
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 marys 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 marys 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.