A drink with desire

But no direction

Is only a stomachache

And the pain keeps me up late

Waiting, contemplating

How am I supposed to sleep

When my thoughts are on the run

I chase them down, pull out a loaded gun

And I lay

Contemplate

What is my fate?

It's cold

The winter when you're getting old

And all of the mistakes you've owned

Will you turn it around turn it around

When it's it's cold

The winter when you're getting old

So sit yourself up and go

Will you turn it around?

When will it kick in?

The swallowed inspiration

Pacing, waiting

The clock keeps saying

Time is running out

And I lay

Contemplate

What is my fate?

It's cold

The winter when you're getting old

And all of the mistakes you've owned

Will you turn it around turn it around

When it's it's cold

The winter when you're getting old

So sit yourself up and go

Will you turn it around?

Oh, there's static in my brain (Static, static, static, static)

Questions excessive

Answers MIA

And I lay, and I lay, and I lay (And I, and I, and I, and I)

Contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Damn, all of stomachaches and worries

Wide awake with uncertainty

And I lay, and I lay, and I lay

Contemplate, contemplate

It's cold

The winter when you're getting old

With all of the mistakes you've owned

Will you turn it around turn it around

When it's it's cold

The winter when you're getting old

So sit yourself up and go

Will you turn it around?