Вершы: Jay Reatard. No Time.

I close my eyes and I slip away
These things seem to happen more than not these days
I?m getting lost and tossed around this mess of pains
I think I?m tremblin? and frownin? and tired o?your stupid game
It seems I never have the time
To make my mind feel fine
Just locked inside this glassbox
Looking out the window for you
It seems I?m never feeling fine

I close my eyes and I slip away
These things seem to happen more than not these days
It seems I never have the time
To make my mind feel fine
Just locked inside this glassbox
Looking out the window for you
It seems I?m never feeling fine