Lightheaded
Thumbing "The Year in Pictures."
Don't recognize the times that it says are mine.
Who were you then, who are you to become?
A drink ring distorts the pages,
Helping the heads to swell and the colours to run.
And I feel so lightheaded.
I hooked my cart to a dying star.
Fuel for the workings of my troubled mind.
Thumbing "The Year in Pictures."
Don't recognize the times that it says are mine.
And I feel so lightheaded.
I hooked my cart to a dying star.
High gloss on a magazine.
Compatibility quiz goes alright.
A classy perfume insert ad breaks free
And smothers me with life.
And I feel so lightheaded.
I feel so lightheaded.
I feel so lightheaded.
I hooked my cart to a dying star.
High gloss on a magazine.
High gloss on a magazine.
High gloss on a magazine.
Writer/s: Joe Pernice