Old Sob Story

Everyday my life plays on Try my best to sing along But my mind's like a feather in the wind Feeling good, then feeling bad I can't get off my fucking back Reminding myself all I've gotten wrong Oh no, high time now Gotta move my body to the earth's sweet sound Gonna plant my feet Gonna loosen my hold On my old sob story and let it die Everyday I'm looking out Of the window wrapped around My eyes I'm peering through a tinted glass I want to see clear, I want to be free From all the ways I get lost in defense and critique My kaleidoscope head Oh no, high time now Gotta move my body to the earth's sweet sound Gonna plant my feet Gonna loosen my hold On my old sob story and let it die Oh no, high time now Gotta move my body to the earth's sweet sound Gonna plant my feet Gonna loosen my hold On my old sob story and let it die Oh no, high time now Gotta move my body to the earth's sweet sound Gonna plant my feet Gonna loosen my hold On my old sob story and let it die Oh no, high time now Gotta move my body to the earth's sweet sound Gonna plant my feet Gonna loosen my hold On my old sob story and let it die On my old sob story, gonna let it die --- Old Sob Story - Birdtalker