it’s okay that you forget
it’s alright that you don’t wanna remember
in your hands you’ve got a martyr’s head
in your mind, i know that’s what you wish you were
turn my blue sky black, you’re such a hard luck baby, yeah
that’s what’s the matter with you
i could sleep through this
i ain’t as mystified as i am in it
if that’s your ride, well then you oughta get it
it’s just as if i wasn’t dreaming
it’s all the same, ’cause i still wake up screaming
turn my blue sky black, you’re such a hard luck baby, yeah
that’s what’s the matter with you
i could sleep trough this
you’re a pilgrim in the boxcar
you can never look back too far
you can’t even look back
turn my blue sky black, you’re such a hard luck baby, yeah
that’s what’s the matter with you
i could sleep through anything