Colin Weaver - Barrel Down
Here’s a very rough song I just wrote because it’s late and my brain wouldn’t let me fall asleep unless I created something. I get like that sometimes. I have so much shit pent up that I literally can’t sleep without getting it out of my system somehow (usually by writing a song).
I pray for the words
hope that they’ll leak
from my mouth like a curse
spoken like a mad sheik
now it’s summertime
I’m not having a good time
I’m not having a good time
I’m not having a good time
how many roads must I
barrel down, head down
how many tolls before
I can’t take it anymore
I can’t take it anymore
I’ve been dreaming so sadly
all because, well, just because
my head is going down, falling madly
just because I’m in love, or just because
I’m not having a good time
I’m not having a good time
I’m not having a good time
I’m not having a good time
how many roads must I
barrel down, head down
how many tolls before
I can’t take it anymore…
