Jay Reatard
Jay Reatard
Jay Reatard
Jay Reatard
Jay Reatard
Jay Reatard
Jay Reatard
Jay Reatard
Jay Reatard
Jay Reatard
Jay Reatard
Jay Reatard
Jay Reatard
Jay Reatard
I close my eyes and I slip away
These things seem to happen more than not these days
I'm getting lost and tossed around in this mess of things
I think I'm tremblin' and frownin' and tired of your stupid game
It seems I never have the time
To make my mind feel fine
Just locked inside this glassbox
Looking out the window for you
It seems I'm never feeling fine
I close my eyes and I slip away
These things seem to happen more than not these days
It seems I never have the time
To make my mind feel fine
Just locked inside this glassbox
Looking out the window for you
It seems I'm never feeling fine