Lead Balloon

Its a sad day when it comes to this

but a free man is a happier man

walk home and reminisce

you were the highlight of the party

my head feels like a lead balloon

I've got little to no memory

I blame myself and so do you

in the wee hours of the morning

stuck in traffic or still in bed but we don't eat but they can't hear us take no prisoners leave no traces one day we'll be laughing loudly

mad man with a nervous twitch

you'll find love in a cemetery

young girl no more soul half of her family stumbled on something gold

is it IQ is a metaphor

dab hand at a million things

but you know what you're good for

(yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I know what I'm looking for)