Hits Me - The Cars

I was sucking on the sorry stights

I was watching out for things that bite

I was tripping on my own two feet

I was feeling like I got on sleep

And my thoughts were getting unrestrained

And I was looking like Ichabod Crane

I was looking for some serious fun

Cause a bad excuse is better than none

Then it hits me

It hits me

I gotta just get through it

And I’ll be fine

Yeah, it hits me

I gotta just get through these changing times

Oh, I was paranoid about the signs

They say it’s just another dangerous time

I don’t answer, I just decompose

And I’m running with a painted rose

I don’t relate to the things they say

And I don’t want to be like them today

I know it’s useless dumb and it’s crass

But I guess I’m just a real outcast

You could talk me into bitter sweet

You could grab me off the bright night street

You gotta keep it really tight and warm

You gotta keep me laughing in the storm

Well, the roads are feeling hollow and steep

And I want to sew what I reap

I keep forgetting what I just forgot

And I' don’t know if I’m ready or not