Paroles: L7. Hungry For Stink. Baggage.

I?m lookin? old today
In a very sort of jaded way
Very cynical and hard
Weeds all over my yard

I can?t remember the summer
It?s all a blur, yeah, it?s been pilin? high
It?s been pilin? up so goddamn high

Now I?ve got baggage

I?m probably tagged for life
My self-righteous eyes
Wanna close the book
It?s got nothing to do with the looks

Can?t keep it together, losing my grip
Yeah, I?ve been sinking down
Time to abandon ship

It?s hard to swim with baggage

My friends are all strangers
They stopped calling weeks ago
But guilt?s a heavy load
It?s a very, very heavy load

Packed in my baggage