Crutch

It's none of your business where I've been at tonight I've gone to reminiscing The time I missed my flight Blood is on the wall I was waiting for the fall Where the birds sit there is power We ate up as if it's ours Sleep is tired of being my crutch You can't die from stressing too much Or else I'd be long long dead Playing back the things I said Oh no, not me The way we're living on a high Thoroughly digging up my friend Mother Earth was doing fine Until some prick invented fire Doctor told me what I said in the first verse was incorrect I'm terribly unhealthy and My sanity is at its end Oh no, not me The way we're living on a high Thoroughly digging up My friend Mother Earth was doing fine Until some prick invented fire Oh my lady She's burning up and waiting Oh it's raging She sinks but all you say is Oh no, not me The way we're living on a high