My State of Mind

The seagulls are driving me insane
The postman hammering on every door
The beep of his machine
More hammering

And worst of all
The unfinished manuscript
In front of me

Suddenly it goes quiet
Except for the rumble of traffic
And a song that I can't quite make out

And I miss them, I miss them
The seagulls, the postman.
For I no longer have anything
Left to blame for my
State of mind

Here we go
Yeah we're going down
Again

My mind escapes me
Ah, for some relief
And it returns with thoughts
I dare not repeat

And I miss them, I miss them
The seagulls, the postman
For I no longer have anything
Left to blame for my
State of mind

Here we go
Yeah we're going down
Again



Credits
Writer(s): Pierce Joyce
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