i´m lookin´ old today
in a very sort of jaded way
very 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 goddamn high

now i´ve got baggage

i´m probably tagged for life
my self-righteous 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 guilt´s a heavy load
it´s a very very heavy load

packed in my baggage