"Heavy Head" lyrics

The fortune teller drops his books
And searches for some better hook
To try on someone not as wise as you
A renegade in cheap cologne
A mishap's dreams and love old
And gone the smell of whiskey on his hands

Destroy your confidence, a last-ditch effort at happiness
Relaxed at the thought of this, of what may happen next
The best to come
The worst road to run

Get up with a heavy head
Too much drink, a waste of sleep
Penniless enough to bring you down to this
She caught you on a wary night
Rewarded with a burst of smite
You got the guilt of the ones who ended up in last

She's not the girl, she ain't the one
Who you spend all nights dreaming of
Does it matter? Is what you want a test?
The heat of the sun
The worst road to run

Take what you want
And I'll give what I've got, you turn it around
Play all the games
Hash marks are carved where they're sure to be found
I'm not eager, man
I'm not begging for the beast to come on out

We're rolling
This is the good one, take five
And most, most folk, most, most folks, um
Most, mmm, mo-most fol—, most folks
Alright, once again
Uh, most, most