Tired Minds

Tired Minds

Laymen Terms
(album: Since Last December)

A sad song plays and comforts me.
At least he´s jet black and crushed just like you and me.
And he sings on and on from one sad song to song
Of how we´re tired minds with jagged deep red eyes.

Four years, eight jobs, more friends and still.
I smoke, sleep late, drink, so I don´t cry.
And when it comes down to what I´ll be
A tombstone tired of being lonely.

I feel fine
When I fit this all tight and cut it down to size.
Tired minds with jagged deep red eyes.
It´s time for the others.

A sad song plays and comforts me.
At least he´s jet black and crushed just like you and me.
And he sings on and on from one sad song to song
Of how we´re tired minds with jagged deep red eyes.

I feel fine
When I fit this all tight and cut it down to size.
Tired minds with jagged deep red eyes.
It´s time for the others.
For the others.
For the others.