Testo 27 Days

fuses blow like favors to electric bills with all the accessories,
all the times like those, and the times like these-
i don't think anybody cares or sees that i'm home from my vacation.
i heard a lot of stories, i took a lot of cold sweat naps.
the time just flew right by!
and it's been 27 days without you and i still feel the same,
except i'm not too tired to settle down.
the ashtray on the windowsill still spins and shakes, it's blowing smoke my way.
i'm checking locks 3,000 times,
and i'll fasten myself up for another day
flipping through dictionaries,
the pages marked in red from the paper's thread
that's tearing open fingers on specific missions
that only seem to want to reach the bottom.
and it's been 27 days without you and i still feel the same,
except i'm not too tired to settle down.
and it's time to put the cards down on the table.
come on, baby, let's see what we're made of.
and it's been 27 days without you and i still feel the same,
except I'm not too tired to settle down.