senses fail.
I'll lock myself alone in a room
Drink until the clock strikes noon
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliche poem
Of the person that I long to be
Sometimes you get tired of keeping it all in. You know it's bad for you, but you still do it anyway.
Drink until the clock strikes noon
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliche poem
Of the person that I long to be
Sometimes you get tired of keeping it all in. You know it's bad for you, but you still do it anyway.