Three Weeks

It's been about three weeks now, since I laid in a bed
No rest for my soul I need, A little soul rest for my head
See I've been dancing with possibilities, playing with my razorblade
I lost the thing I though I had, the thing that made me think I had it made

Why are you laying down? I said that it beats standing up
What's got you feeling so down, I hold up my empty cup
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'm giving up on that bed
I ain't got much soul left now, And I don't have that much bread
Seeing 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 said that it beats standing up
What's got you feeling so down, I hold up my empty cup
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



Credits
Writer(s): Tiga James Sontag, Jesper Erik Dahlback
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