i'm lookin' old today    in a very sort of jaded way    very cynical and hard    weeds all over my yard    I can't remember the summer    it's all a blur, yeah    it's been pilin' high    it's been pilin' up so goddamn high       now I've got baggage       I'm probably tagged for life    my self-righteous eyes    wanna close the book    it's got nothing to do with the looks    can't keep it together, losin' my grip    yeah, i've been sinking down    time to abandon ship       it's hard to swim with baggage       my friends are all strangers    they stopped calling weeks ago    but guilt's a heavy load    it's a very very heavy load       packed in my baggage