Album: Sweet Oblivious Antidote
It's been about three weeks now
Since I've laid in her bed
No rest for my soul I need,
A little soul rest for my head
See i've been dancing with possibility
And playin' with my razor blade
I lost the thing I thought I had
The thing that made me think I had it made.
Why you laying down
I say that it beats standin' up
What's got you feeling so down
I hold up my head to come
My friend, as you can see,
I have nothing to pour
Invited in, I gave all I had and they showed me the door
They showed me the door
It seems it's been forever now,
I've given up on that bed
I don't have much soul left now
And I don't have that much bread
Im seein' that there are no more possibilities,
I've tossed away my razor blade
I never had the thing I thought I had, The thing that made me think I had it made
Think I had it made
Why are you laying down
I say that it beats standin' up
What's got you feeling so down
I hold up my head to come
My friend, as you can see,
I have nothing to pour
Invited in, I gave all I had and they showed me the door
They showed me the door