I'm lookin' old today In a very sort of jaded way Very cynical and hard Weeds all over my yard I can't remember the summer It's all a blur, yeah It's been pilin' high It's been pilin' up so goddamn high
Now I've got baggage
I'm probably tagged for life My self-righteous eyes Wanna close the book It's got nothing to do with the looks Can't keep it together, losing my grip Yeah, i've been sinking down Time to abandon ship
It's hard to swim with baggage
My friends are all strangers They stopped calling weeks ago But guilt's a heavy load It's a very very heavy load
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