Long October (Handguns)

Counting Crows on the radio ten o'clock late drive home It's cold and I'm freezing and it's gonna be a long October And I don't have reasons to believe In much of anything Bouncing souls on my speaker phone Hertford walking all along Back and forth from 6 to 4 metal walls, cold concrete floor Yesterday leaves started falling down And I hope for my sake, I didn't lose it all My mind is gone and so am I Now I see the world through different eyes So everything around me is starting to weigh me down But I'm not dead I swear to God I'm sleeping underground For everything around me is starting to weigh me down But I'm not dead I swear to God I'm making my way out Foo Fighters on my headphones On the way to the next show It's still cold and I'm freezing And it's been a long december Reason to burry this year When the past in the past My mind is gone and so am I Now I see the world through different eyes So everything around me is starting to weigh me down But I'm not dead I swear to God I'm sleeping underground For everything around me is starting to weigh me down But I'm not dead I swear to God I'm making my way out When I was young my dad would always say The darkest nights before the brightest day I found my way but it was dumb luck Took me lying on my back to start looking up Everything around me is starting to weigh me down But I'm not dead I swear to God I'm sleeping underground For everything around me is starting to weigh me down But I'm not dead I swear to God I'm making my way out