Lead Balloon

It’s a sad day when it comes to this
But a free man is a happier man
Walk home and reminisce
You were the highlight of the party
My head feels like a lead balloon
I’ve got little to no memory
I blame myself and so do you
In the wee hours of the morning
Stuck in traffic, lost in memories
When we were naked in love
Take no prisoners, leave no traces
One day we’ll be laughing loudly
Mad man with a nervous twitch
You’ll find love in a cemetery
Young girl enormous soul
And a heart full of her family
Stumbled on something gold
Using IQ as a metaphor
Dab hand at a million things
But you know what you’re good for
I know what I’m looking for
I know what I’m looking for
I know what I’m looking for
I know what I’m looking for
I know what I’m looking for
I know what I’m looking for
I know what I’m looking for