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Alkaline Trio

Keep 'Em Coming

 

Keep 'Em Coming

(album: Maybe I'll Catch Fire - 2000)


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. and 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. 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.

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