Luke Leavitt - two weeks older Lyrics

It's fine to be on time
But not today (not today)
I'd like to make you mine
But I'd rather wither away
(Hey, hey)
(Yeah)
Too much work to eat or drink
To rot seems better than to think
Too much work to eat or drink
To rot seems better than to think
(Scat)
The world outside is crazy
So maybe I could sleep in
Or maybe I could sit
With curtains drawn and spend the weekend
Waiting for the scene to end
I'm floating in the deep end
It's too much work to float
So I think I'm gonna sink
(Choking sounds)
(I think I'm gonna sink)
Forgotten where I am
By the time I come to my senses
I'm broken down, defenceless
Blood stained white picket fences
Rotting in my tin can
I've gotten two weeks older
The air outside is colder
The show is finally over