Texty: Alkaline Trio. Maybe I'll Catch Fire. Keep Em Coming.

14 hours ahead, a head that's heavier than lead
And 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 Mary's 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
Oh 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 Mary's 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
'Cause I'm now huffing gas and sniffing paint
To take away this buzz that I call you