half+

my serotonin levels, they were running low that day
and my self-medication, it was getting in the way
I tried to make excuses, tried to get away
but one day, still gonna have to pay

you can call it information, you can call it experience
but suddenly the way I'm living, it don't make any sense

the magic hour is over, now it's time to pay the rent
but everything I ever had - I spent

the things that used to bounce off me, now hurt me deep inside
there ain't no way to work it out and there ain't nowhere to hide
I could not escape this if I tried






sooner or later the big stuff comes around