(t. bryn) 



i can't stick around she said 

not much to be found she said 

i ought to know, time goes by slowly 



i am here and i am young 

life is here and not much fun 

somehow some way, i missed my day 



don't you ever get sick of feeling sick about it ? 

don't you ever get sick of feeling sick without it ? 



she wakes up and cracks a beer 

wants to feel she isn't here 

sometimes she cries and she doesn't know why 



she is only twenty-two 

and she feels her life is through 

blames it on fate, starts drinking at eight 



don't you ever get sick of feeling sick about it ? 

don't you ever get sick of feeling sick without it ? 

sorrow floats 



she's too young to feel that old 

she's too kind to be that cold 

i try to help, i just start to yell 



too much time is spent to think 

too much money spent on drink 

i'm far away but still i should say 



don't you ever get sick if feeling sick about it ? 

don't you ever get sick of feeling sick without it ? 

sorrow floats 



you can't drown you sorrows 

or on you will be the joke 

because the only thing you will drown is yourself 

'cause you see my dear, sorrow floats 



sorrow floats 

sorrow floats 

sorrow floats 

sorrow floats