Sometimes I want to slip away
I feel it more day by day
It's echoing, it's nauseating
It's a calming nightmare
But I can't slip away
Read the book by Patti Smith
And avoid songwriting
Cause you haven't written a good one in nine months
So you took what you loved
And lost what you took
And blame it on your 8-4 job
Sometimes my head is too heavy
And my shoulders are too wide
I would cut them off like a Romanov
And forget them like Abel
Still I can't slip away
Read the book by Patti Smith
And avoid songwriting
Cause you haven't written a good one in nine months
And you can't bear Dylan's voice
It reminds you of the days with joy
When songs were all you were
Now they taste like cheap liquor
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Sometimes I want to slip away