Tuna In A Can

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 mothers, lost in your daddy's shoes
This dim lit living room
Feels like the pocket of your brothers 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
A priest and his platoon
I think about the end

I think that I'm the fool
That's insecure
Lost in my mothers, 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