I don't know how many times, I've gone on this
Merry-Go-Ride
A little bit dizzy but I'm doing fine
Maybe in the morning I'll feel sublime
I still don't know how to shake the pain
I know it's not glue, or cans of paint
But it gets so hard to concentrate
Staring at your own heart on a silver plate
If this really is my last go-round
I can't, promise I won't make a sound
Unless there's some happiness in, bound
Not sure if all that was necessary
Why go digging in coal mines for canaries
Stroll past an empty cemetery
Maybe that's where you'll be buried
Sometimes I feel lonelier than the mars rover
Got the Grim Reaper breathing
Right down my shoulder
I hate to say I'm getting older
Since the day I was born
My journey's been over