CIELO SABE QUE SOY MISERABLE AHORA

Sometimes i see my self laying on a ledge...
3 in the morning dust on my clothes dirt stuck on my nails...
hearing voices down there, footsteps...

occasionally i put my head up just a little,
see if everything is clear...

man i am old
older than i used to be

nothing like the moonlight over my shoulder

i am still old

damn i am old
i am damn old
older than i used to be

and somehow i feel safe again
don't know if i am for sure
so i make my way back
my right knee hurts
and i wish i could blow my nose
all i want is my bed
though a bench in a park would do...
like it used to...

i am damn old
older than i used to be