Some Things Don’t Wash Out You, Me, and Everyone We Know

I think I tried to wake up too fast
From what must have been a two year nap
Then I hit my head and it was back to bed for a while

I woke up twenty-four in Texas
Breaking a sweat to expand my Nexus
When it occurred to me, maybe I shouldn't be
Making excuses to cope so liberally

They say some things just don't wash out
But I've been dying to know what getting clean is all about
And now years have gone by
But it's still stuck in my mind

(Some things just don't wash out)

For too long now I've sung the same sad song
But I didn't even write it; I was just singing along
But the problem with change is it's hard
Like finding lively conversation in graveyards

I hit the nail on the head, drove it straight through my hand
I have martyred myself in a scheme not so grand
More deserving of men left to rot in a rag
Haven't done shit with my life and my skin is starting to sag