Im lookin old today
In a very sort of jaded way
Very cynical and hard
Weeds all over my yard

I cant remember the summer
Its all a blur, yeah, its been pilin high
Its been pilin up so [bad word] high

Now Ive got baggage

Im probably tagged for life
My self-righteous eyes
Wanna close the book
Its got nothing to do with the looks

Cant keep it together, losing my grip
Yeah, Ive been sinking down
Time to abandon ship

Its hard to swim with baggage

My friends are all strangers
They stopped calling weeks ago
But guilts a heavy load
Its a very, very heavy load

Packed in my baggage