Carousel House

Carousel House
I need tomorrow like a hole in the head
I'm bored of this and those who're dead already said it best
I feed my sorrow like I'm full of shit
I'm hanging on for all it's worth, it's not worth it yet

Would you hang around
And talk up the sun?
Could you stay down
And fall into one?
Become a stain of heaven's touch
Drink too fast and drink too much
Wait for push to come to shove
Wait too long and give up
Take it all
And run
Phase out and talk to no one
Skip town and give up your gun
Let the bridges burned to dust, light the way for new trust
You're my favorite symptom of the things that I don't speak of