Bad backs and hardwood floors.
Im so sick of waking up sore and not knowing where I am.
And this was a lot more fun when the music meant something to someone.
And I didnt have a girlfriend.
Somehow, Im getting out.
The same way the earth moves around the sun.
I wont stray too far or be gone too long.
Windows and doorways.
I dont know which way to leave this room,
Cause Im afraid of heights.
And Im afraid of you tonight,
Those striped socks and punk rock pajamas.
Someways Ive changed but in most ways Im the same.
For better or worse I cant say.
Only time will tell.
Like an addict Im cursed in a good way.
Ive done it so long and Im not sure how not to.
The same way the earth moves around the sun.
The weight of gravity pulls on everyone.
Deadbeats and dead friends.
My god, when will it end?
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