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Lovelow knows me
Now I’m sad-eyed
Blue controls me
Tell her I’m tired
There’s too many colors, man
How do you keep up with them?
There’s too many fuckers, man
How do I compete with that?
And I forget sometimes
The things my brother can say to me
Like “I love you, Ty”
Where does that place with everything?
Cause it made me shake
Bed laying, brown eyes
Love-high smiling
Rug fixed hold it
Keep from crying
The endless fear
That gone is gone
My ears pressed to your telephone
My pocket friends are nearing far
They tell me that I’m not alone
But don’t forget you are alone in this world, Ty
Did you forget you were alone?
But that’s alright
But I smell like Daisy
Your scent makes me blush
Oh, where do my arms go
When I’m thinking too much?
When I move past my prime
Will the light in my eyes shut ?
The day I grow so dishonest
I’d rather be nothing at all
Well there’s too many colors, man
How do you keep up with them?
There’s so many fuckers man
I know I’m no exception
My fear will end when you’ll be gone
Don’t tell me that I’m not, Alone
My pocket friends are moving on
Our ears fixed to a telephone
Home; give up and go home