(t. bryn)







i can't stick around she said



not much to be found she said



i ought to know, time goes by slowly







i am here and i am young



life is here and not much fun



somehow some way, i missed my day







don't you ever get sick of feeling sick about it ?



don't you ever get sick of feeling sick without it ?







she wakes up and cracks a beer



wants to feel she isn't here



sometimes she cries and she doesn't know why







she is only twenty-two



and she feels her life is through



blames it on fate, starts drinking at eight







don't you ever get sick of feeling sick about it ?



don't you ever get sick of feeling sick without it ?



sorrow floats







she's too young to feel that old



she's too kind to be that cold



i try to help, i just start to yell







too much time is spent to think



too much money spent on drink



i'm far away but still i should say







don't you ever get sick if feeling sick about it ?



don't you ever get sick of feeling sick without it ?



sorrow floats







you can't drown you sorrows



or on you will be the joke



because the only thing you will drown is yourself



'cause you see my dear, sorrow floats







sorrow floats



sorrow floats



sorrow floats



sorrow floats