black fax

it's all in the headaches
the remnants of a past once ventured
i drank from the bottle labeled future
ah, such poisonous love it was
don't know what was, or what came

feels like yesterday
deacades, and now, so out of time
you never knew how to look at me straight
i'm a wishbone short
crippled heart
bareback soul

i know why
i'm in pain when i try to sleep at night
don't you worry, it'll be alright
i'll hide it in the headaches
in the remnants of the you's and we's
youth and weedsssssssssssss