97 Heart Attack

Morning blurring into noon
And i’m out of the old rustic black
I’m seeing red, i’m feeling blue
And working on this heart attack

But i don’t want it anymore
No
I don’t want it anymore

Baritone the keys are broke
The drum machines are running slow
But i wrote down everything i could
I tell you everything is good

But i don’t want it anymore
No
I don’t want it anymore

And i never had a name before
No, i never played the filthy door
But your punk rock mom was wrong
She ain’t never listened to the song

But i don’t want it anymore
No
I don’t want it anymore
No
I don’t want it anymore
No
I don’t want it anymore