Carousel House

I need tomorrow like a hole in the head I'm bored of this and those who're dead already said it best I feed my sorrow like I'm full of shit I'm hanging on for all it's worth It's not worth it yet Would you hang around and talk up the sun Could you stay down and fall into one
Become a stain of heaven's touch Drink too fast and drink too much Wait for push to come to shove Wait too long and give up
Take it all and run
Phase out and talk to no one Skip town and give up your gun
Let the bridges burned to dust light the way for new trust You're my favorite symptom of the things that I don't speak of