It’s six o’clock and the sun comes up…
woke up this morning without a heart,
you know I bled it dry long ago.
Feeling these feelings that I can’t even start and now I’m loveless;
walking over it every day.
Can’t you see, oh god,
you know life ain’t good for nothing when you’re caught up in a frees».
You know that I’ve been compared to the body of the son,
I didn’t mean to hurt no one.
A broken bottle from his hand hits the ground
and he’s watching all the bodies go around
and around and around Coming down,
got my two feet on the ground, and I’m walking around.
Now I’m timesick of the reasons,
I’m timesick of the seasons, but you know I’m not Kerouac.
I’m timesick of the laying to rest of the woman
who taught me how to be human
and you know I don’t care about the rest.
I’m coming down, with my two feet on the ground and I’m wad’ around.
