Fourteen hours ahead - a head that`s heavier than lead and I`ve got toothpicks in my eyes. A smile more yellow than the sky. I`ve got a song stuck in my head. One that I miss more than my bed. It`s a song sung from a fallen milkman who`s drinking bleach instead. I`m much like him. Fourteen hours unfed. I spent the last cents in my head. They`re worth much less than pennies now. Food for one thought shared with a crowd. And I`ve got a painting in my head. A deeper blue bled thicker red. More red than bloody marys coast to coast. I hate flying I said - that`s what I said. Sad sorry excuse. Just like everything that made her smile and everything I use. I won`t go back to the way it was. I`m now huffing gas and sniffing paint to take away this buzz that I call you.