Three Weeks

It's been about three weeks now, since I laid in a bed No rest for my soul I need, A little soul rest for my head See I've been dancing with possibilities, playing with my razorblade I lost the thing I though I had, the thing that made me think I had it made Why are you laying down? I said that it beats standing up What's got you feeling so down, I hold up my empty cup My friend, as you can see, I have nothing to pour Invited in, I gave all I had and they showed me the door They showed me the door It seems it's been forever now, I'm giving up on that bed I ain't got much soul left now, And I don't have that much bread Seeing that there are no more possibilities, I've tossed away my razor blade I never had the thing I thought I had, the thing that made me think I had it made Think I had it made Why are you laying down? I said that it beats standing up What's got you feeling so down, I hold up my empty cup My friend, as you can see, I have nothing to pour Invited in, I gave all I had and they showed me the door They showed me the door