Written by：Jay Reatard

I close my eyes and I slip away

These things seem to happen
More than not these days

I'm getting lost and tossed
Around this mess of pains

I think I'm tremblin'
And frownin' and tired o' your stupid game

It seems I never have the time

To make my mind feel fine

Just locked inside this glassbox
Looking out the window for you

It seems I'm never feeling fine

I close my eyes and I slip away

These things seem to happen
More than not these days

It seems I never have the time

To make my mind feel fine

Just locked inside this glassbox
Looking out the window for you

It seems I'm never feeling fine