helicopter blues - Green

I'm in the house
In the spare room
It used to be my room
Getting high on thoughts of you
But I can't wrap my mind around it
What if i never get passed it
What will my children think

You're probably all wondering
What's this all about
And what's become of me
While i sit alone
And think about death
Not of my own
But everyone else's
I can't

So sick of it
Counting my days for nothing
There's no end in sight to this
With a deep breath i clean my glasses
So sick of it
Counting my days for something
There's no end in sight to this
With a deep breath i clean my glasses

Written by:
Marcos Funes

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