Im lookin old today
In a very sort of jaded way
Very cynical and hard
Weeds all over my yard
I cant remember the summer
Its all a blur, yeah, its been pilin high
Its been pilin up so goddamn high
Now Ive got baggage
Im probably tagged for life
My self-righteous eyes
Wanna close the book
Its got nothing to do with the looks
Cant keep it together, losing my grip
Yeah, Ive been sinking down
Time to abandon ship
Its hard to swim with baggage
My friends are all strangers
They stopped calling weeks ago
But guilts a heavy load
Its a very, very heavy load
Packed in my baggage