Twenty-One Said Three TImes Quickly - Dillinger Four

Past ten and i start to lose my sight

Six hours gone, two fisting

Try to talk but nothing comes out right

Try to make it work tommorow

Yesterday we were barely in command

Full of dumb ideas, like children

I blinked and the world had dropped my hand

Don’t let it show but I’m stumbling

Now I’ve lost track of the things that I once knew

I know what I want but I don’t got the tools

Carry the weight upon my back

I’m killing time until the heartattack

Now that you’re twenty-one you’re got a lot to lose

Look back on better times, fuck all 'til twenty-two

Now that you’re twenty-one

I’ve got no will to move ahead

Don’t understand just how we got here

My memory dangles by a thread

Try to bring it back but it’s fading.