I'm lookin' old today in a very sort of jaded way
Cynical and hard weeds all over my yard
I can't remember the summer
It's all a blur
Yeah, it's been pilin' high
It's been pilin' up so god damn high
Now i've got baggage

I'm probably tagged for life
Self rightous eyes
Wanna close the book
It's got nothing to do with the looks
Can't keep it together
Losing my grip
Yeah, I've been sinking down
Time to abandon ship
It's hard to swim with baggage

My friends are all strangers
They stopped calling weeks ago
But guilts a heavy load
Guilts a very, very heavy load
Packed in my baggage