Its six oclock 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 cant even start and now Im loveless;
walking over it every day.
Cant you see, oh god,
you know life aint good for nothing when youre caught up in a frees".
You know that Ive been compared to the body of the son,
I didnt mean to hurt no one.
A broken bottle from his hand hits the ground
and hes watching all the bodies go around
and around and around Coming down,
got my two feet on the ground, and Im walking around.
Now Im timesick of the reasons,
Im timesick of the seasons, but you know Im not Kerouac.
Im timesick of the laying to rest of the woman
who taught me how to be human
and you know I dont care about the rest.
Im coming down, with my two feet on the ground and Im wad around.