Lyrics Median - Codeine

Median

Thinking 'bout the new year
All the dirt it’ll attract
Chipped apart the last one
Glad to see it done
I want days so perfect
Perfect in ways I’ll never see
Wearing the headframes [?}
Trim and pure, like me [?}
Counting up your blessings
Think of all the things we lack
Counting down to zero
Then you’ll never get it back
A lot of heads need breaking
But I know that thought is wrong
Things might turn against me
Then again, I’d do the same
One foot on the platform
On foot on the train