Lead Balloon

It's a sad day when it comes to this
 But a free man is a happier man
 Walk home and reminisce
 You were the highlight of the party
 My head feels like a lead balloon
 I've got little to no memory
 I blame myself and so do you
 In the wee hours of the morning
 Stuck in traffic, lost in memories
 When we were naked in love
 Take no prisoners, leave no traces
 One day we'll be laughing loudly
 Mad man with a nervous twitch
 You'll find love in a cemetery
 Young girl enormous soul
 And a heart full of her family
 Stumbled on something gold
 Using IQ as a metaphor
 Dab hand at a million things
 But you know what you're good for
 I know what I'm looking for
 I know what I'm looking for
 I know what I'm looking for
 I know what I'm looking for
 I know what I'm looking for
 I know what I'm looking for
 I know what I'm looking for