Tuna in a Can

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Tuna in a can, sticky from the brine

I thought I'd gone bad, you thought I was fine

When he came down the stairs, remember what he said

"Heavy is the head

Happy is the fool, you're insecure

Lost in your mother's, lost in your daddy's shoes

This dim-lit living room feels like the pocket

Of your brother's suit"

And it all comes back around

I know that I've not really tried

And it all comes back somehow

I know that I've not really tried

Tuna in a can, why are you so sad?

You're headlining the show at the funeral

They walk into the room, the priest and his platoon

I think about the end

I think that I'm the fool that's insecure

Lost in my mother's, lost in my daddy's shoes

And it all comes back around

I know that I've not really tried

And it all comes back somehow

I know that I've not really tried

And it all comes back around

I know that I've not really tried

And it all comes back somehow

I know that I've not really tried