The poetry of this hangover   I don't want to think, not hard anyway   The scenery and fish, they're bad   Take another breath, another look and swallow      Holding the hand of hard times and fallout   Yeah, it could be worse, my star could fall   It could fall      Pacified by little things, tones of beige and green   Seem to halt a scream in waiting   All red eyes, all heads thinking   No one says anything I can hear   Down here on the floor where I belong      Too young to find the horses   Too young fighting causes   I get overwhelmed   And I feel three days old      Another day goes and fails   The people lose control   Just 'cause things are going slow   Your corduroy coat has left you   Just when you're feeling the wind, the cold      And then comes a rain of old thoughts   That always have to wreck my high   And bring me down, bring me down      You and I are not the same, you like everything   Arms wave in a spin, blown by things I've hated   I've faded, faded to the point where   I'm not all there, curled up on the floor where I belong      Too young to find the horses   Too young fighting causes   I get overwhelmed      You and I are not the same, you like everything   Arms wave in a spin, blown by things I've hated   I've faded, faded to the point where   I'm not all there, curled up on the floor where I belong      Too young to find the horses   Too young fighting causes   [Incomprehensible]   I'm over my head and over my head   I passed out the water line   Feel only three days old