it's two a.m again.
thoughts are like snowdrifts
and my skidoo is stuck, again
people, places
I'm six , I'm watching my dad hit my mom
I'm sixteen, I'm dropping some acid
I'm twenty eight, my son is being born
I'm thirty three. i'm cheating on my wife
I'm thirty eight, i've hit rock bottom
it's summer
1985
i'm playing midfield
i make a through ball
I kiss the girl, i score on a corner
she's leaving, her coat is gone
i'm falling , so this is what they mean tumbling
like a car crash,
when a second seems like an hour
the ocd is in charge,
it's 2 am again
the record is stuck, the record is stuck, the record is stuck