Svart Galla

Four times as old in body and mind
A nausea that never seems to end

Could drink every weekend
Or date a bimbo for pastime
But can't bear to act anymore
Should train myself and eat more
And maybe then lift my mood
But never feel energetic, always lethargic

One day feels like a week
That feels like a month
That feels like a year
Day in and day out I lie here

Don't say a word to anyone
Take a long walk inside myself

The clock could be any time
It could be any day of the week
I don't know, I don't care