Long October

Handguns

Counting Crows on the radio
ten o'clock late drive home
It's cold and I'm freezing
and it's gonna be a long October
And I don't have reasons to believe
In much of anything 

Bouncing souls on my speaker phone
Hertford walking all along
Back and forth from 6 to 4
metal walls, cold concrete floor
Yesterday leaves started falling down
And I hope for my sake, I didn't lose it all

My mind is gone and so am I
Now I see the world through different eyes
So everything around me is starting to weigh me down
But I'm not dead I swear to God I'm sleeping 
underground
For everything around me is starting to weigh me down
But I'm not dead I swear to God I'm making my way out

Foo Fighters on my headphones
On the way to the next show
It's still cold and I'm freezing
And it's been a long december
Reason to burry this year
When the past in the past

My mind is gone and so am I
Now I see the world through different eyes
So everything around me is starting to weigh me down
But I'm not dead I swear to God I'm sleeping 
underground
For everything around me is starting to weigh me down
But I'm not dead I swear to God I'm making my way out

When I was young my dad would always say
The darkest nights before the brightest day
I found my way but it was dumb luck
Took me lying on my back
to start looking up

Everything around me is starting to weigh me down
But I'm not dead I swear to God I'm sleeping 
underground
For everything around me is starting to weigh me down
But I'm not dead I swear to God I'm making my way out