Three Weeks

It's been about three weeks now, since I laid in a bed
 No rest for my soul I need, A little soul rest for my head
 See I've been dancing with possibilities, playing with my razorblade
 I lost the thing I though I had, the thing that made me think I had it made
 Why are you laying down? I said that it beats standing up
 What's got you feeling so down, I hold up my empty cup
 My friend, as you can see, I have nothing to pour
 Invited in, I gave all I had and they showed me the door
 They showed me the door
 It seems it's been forever now, I'm giving up on that bed
 I ain't got much soul left now, And I don't have that much bread
 Seeing that there are no more possibilities, I've tossed away my razor blade
 I never had the thing I thought I had, the thing that made me think I had it made
 Think I had it made
 Why are you laying down? I said that it beats standing up
 What's got you feeling so down, I hold up my empty cup
 My friend, as you can see, I have nothing to pour
 Invited in, I gave all I had and they showed me the door
 They showed me the door