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14 hours ahead A head that's heavier than lead I've got toothpicks in my eyes A smile more yellow than the sky I've got a song stuck in my head One that I miss more than my bed It's a song sung from a fallen milkman Who's drinking bleach instead I'm much like him 14 hours unfed I spent the last cents in my head They're worth much less than pennies now Food for one thought shared with a crowd I've got a painting in my head A deeper blue bled thicker red More red than bloody marys coast to coast I hate flying I said That's what I said Sad, sorry excuse Just like everything that made her smile And everything I use I won't go back to the way it was I'm now huffing gas and sniffing paint To take away this buzz that I call you 14 hours ahead A head that's heavier than lead Toothpicks pry open eyes A smile more yellow than the sky I've got a song stuck in my head One that I miss more than my bed It's a song sung from a fallen milkman Who's drinking bleach instead I'm much like him 14 hours unfed I spent the last cents in my head They're worth much less than pennies now Food for one thought shared with a crowd I've got a painting in my head A deeper blue bled thicker red More red than bloody marys coast to coast I hate flying I said That's what I said Sad, sorry excuse Just like everything that made her smile And everything I use I won't go back to the way it was I'm now huffing gas and sniffing paint To take away this buzz that I call you
Writer(s): Matt Skiba, Daniel Andriano, Glenn Porter, Matthew Thomas Skiba Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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