Morning blurring into noon
And i'm out of the old rustic black
I'm seeing red, i'm feeling blue
And working on this heart attack
But i don't want it anymore
No
I don't want it anymore
Baritone the keys are broke
The drum machines are running slow
But i wrote down everything i could
I tell you everything is good
But i don't want it anymore
No
I don't want it anymore
And i never had a name before
No, i never played the filthy door
But your punk rock mom was wrong
She ain't never listened to the song
But i don't want it anymore
No
I don't want it anymore
No
I don't want it anymore
No
I don't want it anymore