being thirty five

i stood in the sun 'til my forehead peeled off
the pink skin behind a sweet feeling of loss
memories of days when cold waters were deep
mornings were long but I could never sleep
that's where i am now, that's where i've gone
everything's perfect, so it all feels so wrong
my dreams

recede.

i layed on the bar with four shot glasses empty
asked for another but she said I'd had plenty
head pounding a rhythm, but I can't hear the song
my right foot is tapping, but you won't go along
i struggle with right arms, I struggle with left
my jacket's ok, but now I'm not the best as
my dreams

recede.


i sit on the shoreline without a bottle of beer
you left me here crying, but you still call me dear
the waves lap the sand, the wind in my face
i'm always a failure, i'm dad's favorite disgrace
mom thinks i'm funny, and unk thinks i'm swell
they tell me it's heaven, but i know it's all hell
my dreams

recede.

i stand and I sit, I lay and I lie
i die just a little, babe, don't you know why

my dreams
recede.