Tuna in a can, sticky from the brine
I thought I could bare, you thought I was fine
I'm leaking 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 family living room, feels like the pocket of your brother's suit
And it all comes back around
I know that I don't really try
And it all comes back somehow
I know that I'm not really trying
Tuna in a can, why you so sad?
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 don't really try
And it all comes back somehow
I know that I'm not really trying
And it all comes back around
I know that I don't really try
And it all comes back somehow
I know that I'm not really trying
