I’m so low I could sit down on an old newspaper and hang my feet over the edge
I can’t stand to look anyone in the eye I’m as low as a man can go and still be alive
I’ve heard everybody I’ve known I’d lost everything that I own
I’m so low I could sit down on an old newspaper and hang my feet over the edge
I can’t trust myself in a room with my own life
I’m as low as a man can go and still be alive
I’ve heard everybody…
