Garbage Day

I’m trapped beneath the heavy skies,
and my memories are laced with flies,
everything keeps piling up,
and garbage bags are not enough.

The mounds I make as I grow old,
becomes to much for me to hold,
the help I’ve sought has come too late,
and my body can’t stand the wait.

Chorus:
There’s nothing to say about today,
the ground is wet and the sky is gray,
and I can’t wait for garbage day
to come haul all this trash away.

I’ve kept my victories close by,
and never left a piece behind,
but in the end they’re all just crumbs
of a war that can’t be won.

And I don’t have the strength to fight
the shadows through another night,
the hours crash without a sound,
and all my medals just hold me down.

Chorus2:
There’s nothing to say about today,
the sky is wet and the ground is gray,
and I can’t wait for garbage day
to come haul all this trash away.

I lose with every piece I gain,
the moments never feel the same,
the world is destined for decay,
and garbage men can’t save the day.

Chorus Repeat