Waking up with the american appetite
Crying out for mother
Fragile in solid states of matter
Somedays it helps
Picking up where it fell off
Bloody well, it wasn't always bloody
But man the dreams sure are nice huh?
This time of year especially
Live music with you there
When we've never left here
Standing on top of my chest
It gets hard to breathe
So words.... they come out harsh
I don't mean any discrepancy
It's just, somedays.