IN MY DAYZE

20 years old
Sweet as a rose
The peddles of your skin

Sunday’s right, I’m going down
Makes the head spin

I don’t know why I act this way

Time turn around
Time make no sound
In my days / in my daze

To privy the penny yet parlay the pound
To afford the dirt but can not put
A flower into the ground

24, a glass will pour, take a drink of gin
Sunday’s night spilling down over the brim

I don’t know why I act this way

Time turn around
Time make no sound
In my days / in my daze

Burgundy things are in my dreams
Where six strings say the simple things:
You are beautiful

She’s 23, her memory serves the vanity
Sunday’s night went down a tragedy

I don’t know why I act this way

Time turn around
Time makes no sound
In my days / in my daze