Tally up the hurts
The crick that's in my neck
Oh the unrelenting pounding in my head
Night out with friends
And my jeans digest the smoke and regurgitate the stench into my home
I don't wanna hear a voice
I don't wanna see a face
If they don't live inside of my TV
I don't want a glimpse of light
I don't wanna feel alive
I just wanna sink into this couch and die
All that reverberates is sure to go away
Leaving wreckage scattered through the haze
The shine of luster fades
Like the songs that played
One too many times in a manic state
Paint the day with no name
Paint the day with the rain
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