you don't know if its up or down or up
head in the clouds like its where its supposed to fuckin' be
used to drink every day, got so ****** up
stumblin' down the hall with the lights off, couldn't see a fuckin' thing
strap me down, wrap me in that sweet straightjacket
if i scream, if i screech remind me to shut my fuckin' mouth
thought i could walk, i could talk like 'em but i could never hack it
so i grew these broken wings and made my way fuckin' south
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC
you don't know if its up or down or up
head in the clouds like its where its supposed to fuckin' be
used to drink every day, got so ****** up
stumblin' down the hall with the lights off, couldn't see a fuckin' thing
strap me down, wrap me in that sweet straightjacket
if i scream, if i screech remind me to shut my fuckin' mouth
thought i could walk, i could talk like 'em but i could never hack it
so i grew these broken wings and made my way fuckin' south
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