These Gray Days

These Gray Days - Eight Legs

I've been short of logic so

I'm passed out on the patio this cold and stony floor

I've been here before 12 times

I'm slime and I've got one thing on my mind

You're on my mind

Mind

Well she will sit and talk to me

But that's not quite enough for me

I'll send a nasty text

To show I'm not impressed

She won't comply with the one thing on my mind

You're on my mind

Mind

Wish we hadn't changed

Wish we hadn't kissed good bye to those old days

Wished we stayed there safe

These grey days

I've been to a party so

I'm passed out on the patio outside of your back door

And I've been here before

So many times

I'm slime and I've got one thing on my mind

It's on mind

Mind

There something in my brain

And that explains the way that I behave

Need not feel ashamed

These grey days