Out of Time

Rolling a seventh joint cause I don't know any better
I'm sleepwalkin through the moments I was meant to treasure
I'm gone for good, I was gone long time ago, I don't know
When I stopped doing all I could
I haven't cleaned this house in three months
These objects don't mean anything to me they seem dumb
Might tie them up in a bag with the things I dreamed up
Offer it up as free stuff
Like what the fuck is really wrong with me?
Life's fine but my mind reacts to it awfully
The things I'd do to feel a little calm at least
I never want from greed
And in the rear-view you'll be smiling waving bye
And I'll be trying not to cry, yeah I'm leaving but I really don't know why
I'm on a collision course for the skies
I'd come visit but I think I'm out of time



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Rososchansky
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