Cranes: Clear →

Punk rock ranting, gilded:

I look around here as I start to undress
It’s all upside down and I must confess
My heads going round I sleep less and less
My days are wasting and my life is a mess

Tears on my face in my eyes in my hair
I call out your name but there’s no one there
Nights are cold and the days aren’t sunny
Nothing in the fridge and there’s f**k all money
At least I’ve got a brain and a way to think clear
Use all my resources to get out of here

I look out of the window as the rain pours down
Its not easy to leave, but I’ve got to do it now
My head aches alot and I can hardly see
Oh lord, I don’t’ know what’s to become of me
Nights are cold and the days aren’t sunny
Nothing in the fridge and there’s f**k all money
At least I’ve got a brain
And a way to think clear
Use all my resources to get out of here