owellowell

I see gray trees near my house
I hear maybes from your mouth
I don't know what they mean
Guess it is what it is
Lately blaming bores my mind
I'm gently fading all the time
I don't know what it means
Oh well
Two chasers - four and forty
Summer is wasted on me
I just want to chill
But all I do is feel
Somebody tell the fridge to hold me
I never close the curtains
To see what lies are lurking
Hate that I get mad
But love when I get sad
Creator did me dirty
I see gray trees near my house
I hear maybes from your mouth
I don't know what they mean
Guess it is what it is
Lately blaming bores my mind
I'm gently fading all the time
I don't know what it means
Oh well
I know just how bad it sounds
Turned too up, it calms me down
But it's making me feel
Everything is too real
Devil laughs and saviours frown
Down to earth but lost in clouds
I don't know what it means
I don't know why I'm here
Oh well, oh well, oh well