Tuna in a Can

Tuna in a can

Sticky from the brine

I thought I'd gone bad

You thought I was fine

And 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 lid 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