Album: Cash, Money, Etc
The color's gray
Enthusiasm's scraped away
Left with a frame to hold things together
And it's just my luck
Pure insecurity's got me feeling stuck
Inside this bed
And we've all got the time
To lose our minds
Somewhere between distress and monotony
Let's stop and hope that Old Man Winter
Has been doped the fuck up
For a lengthy existence
Ankle deep, we'll stand unprepared
And inclined to speak
Of nature's ill will
And we'll all make the time
To lose our minds
Somewhere between distress and monotony
It's one of those things
That you think you could explain
But find out that you don't know how just yet
And I've got a pulse
Let's count it fair and square again
Make sure that I'm in fact alive
And we've got it alright
But it's a damn cold night
And I can see my breath
And we all look like death
Like death, and the color's gray
Enthusiasm scraped away
Left with a frame to hold things together