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Alkaline Trio
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 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.
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.
