Under the Weather Old Obituaries by Nealo Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Maybe we're just looking for something under the weather
Because a part of me gets hungry
All my demons are on the welfare
And all my friends are lonely
We’re still dying with no healthcare

[Refrain]
I was in the kitchen when you told me
I was in Vancouver when you found me
I write songs like old obituaries
But that might be the old me
I think that's the old me

[Verse 2]
And maybe this is a symbol of the way things are
I'm scraping pеnnies just to pay the road tax on my car
The housing markеts are gone through the roof
And my one-bedroom apartment on the edge of town is proof
That the way things are going is fucked up
The rich are getting richer and it doesn’t look good
You'd want to take a look at the suicide rates in my hood
The answers you can't find in a bottle bookies or bible
[Verse 3]
But I was on the late night dial up
Asking Jeeves for answers to the keys to survival
I might just have to call you when I find them
They're buried in the couch or in my mind love
I was on a seek and you shall find buzz

[Refrain]
But I was in the kitchen when you told me
I was in Vancouver when you phoned me
I write songs like old obituaries
But that might be the old me
Yeah, I think that that's the old me