A sad song plays and comforts me
At least he's jet black and crushed just like you and me
And he sings on and on from one sad song to song
Of how we're tired minds with jagged deep red eyes

Four years, eight jobs, more friends and still
I smoke, sleep late, drink, so I don't cry
And when it comes down to what I'll be
A tombstone tired of being lonely

I feel fine
When I fit this all tight and cut it down to size
Tired minds with jagged deep red eyes
It's time for the others

A sad song plays and comforts me
At least he's jet black and crushed just like you and me
And he sings on and on from one sad song to song
Of how we're tired minds with jagged deep red eyes

I feel fine
When I fit this all tight and cut it down to size
Tired minds with jagged deep red eyes
It's time for the others
For the others
For the others