(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