Loose -

I don’t know why I keep on doing it

Through parted fingers I am watching as it spins again

I felt ok, about an hour ago

Falling backwards down your stairs that ain’t a way to go

How many people will it take to carry me out of here?

I can’t remember much but what I can ain’t very clear

How many people will it take to carry me out of here?

I can’t remember much but what I can, I don’t adhere

Well my chest hurts, from the knuckles

And my head hurts on account of the floor

I try to recollect, just what happened

As the blood runs, to the bag on the floor