Lyrics

I woke up this morning
Put a paper bag around my head
There?s a kink in my neck from the night before
And it?s feelin? pretty bad
The paper is so I can?t see
What they?re doing to me
It doesn?t matter cause no matter what I do I still see everything
And now that I?m blinded
My wounded tortured soul can sleep
I?m still on the frontlines
And no one is listening

(chorus)
I?m still dreaming a tangerine
I?ll wake from these bad dreams
Yellow and gasoline

Do you ever try to fight yourself? I end up losing
Once in a while it?s good to replace
The memory with something else
I often find that I do these things over and over
Why I ask oh what is wrong with me this time

(chorus)

Bring yourself back down
To the level that I am at
And you will find
What you?re looking for
May be where you?re at