I'm still sick, but perhaps my fatigue and raspy voice have added an interesting dimension to this song. The fact that I chose to even cover it is out of character for me, since as a child of the 90's I heard it played to excess on alternative radio.
Regarding the subject, when I get sick, I have a tendency to think of darker, more uncomfortable times in my life. This would explain the last few days. I left off the "conversations kill" refrain because I believed it distracted from the point I was trying to get across.
Drivin' faster in my car
Falling farther from just what we are
Smoke a cigarette and lie some more
These conversations kill
Falling faster in my car
Time to take her home,
her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to take a ride that
leaves today no conversation
Time to take her home her
lazy head is conscience laden
Time to wait too long to wait too long
These conversations kill
Too much walkin', shoes worn thin
Too much trippin' and my soul's worn thin
Time to catch a ride it leaves today,
her name is what it means
Too much walkin', shoe's worn thin
Time to take her home,
her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to take a ride that leaves
today no conversation
Time to take her home her lazy head
is conscience laden
(Time to take her home her lazy head)
Time to wait too long to wait too long
(Time to wait too long to wait too long)
Time to take her home,
her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to take a ride that
leaves today no conversation
Time to take her home her
lazy head is conscience laden
(Time to take her home her lazy head)
Time to wait too long to wait too long
(Time to wait too long to wait too long)
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