I don't wanna be eighty-five, singing "Whoa, no, I think I missed it, I was chasing money" Caught it so easy like the common cold, ooh, ooh Tossing and tossing and turning around Trying and trying to sweat it all out Kicking the habit that's pulling me

Caught in the darkness The room is getting colder my body is on hold Lying in bed and unable to move The darkness in 24 See the old hag sitting over me The smell of rotten breath and blasphemy No way out only darkness here Feel my eyes filling up with

And if I recover Will you be my comfort? Or it can be over Or we can just leave it here So pick any number Choose any color I've got the answer Open the envelope Caught out cold, cold