a bout of deep depression
can't seem to move it forward
my lying eyes lie awake
not sure what i am after
i never died before
can't live what happened yesterday
i never stoned the crow, no
flip through endless stories
a life of hand-written pain
no one can share this hurt that is mine, mine, mine
i never died before
can't be what happened yesterday
i shouldn't stone the crow, no
ride on!
same old city, same old pain
no matter how i try,
no matter what i say,
i'm blamed, i'm shamed,
i'm judged unfairly
so now i've died before
it feels as bad as yesterday
i never stoned the crow, no
you too have died before
it's more than less of yesterday
i never stoned the crow, stoned the crow, no, no.
