You were born in '67

You were born in '67 
About 9 o'clock at night 
couple years before I lost control 
and ended up inside. 

The clouds in 
Camarillo 
Shimmer with a light that's 
So unreal 
Now I fear the stories 
That they told me 
Of how I hurt my baby 
Must be somehow true 

I stopped taking all my pills 
they made me feel so dead inside. 
Just like the sun was going out 
I didn't think I could survive 

The clouds in 
Camarillo 
Shimmer with a light that's 
So unreal 
Now I fear the stories 
That they told me 
Of how I hurt my baby 
Must be somehow true 

Now I'm writing from a caravan 
behind your nana's place 
I think my spirit will be happier 
with the stars in outer space. 

The clouds in 
Camarillo 
Shimmer with a light that's 
So unreal 
Now I fear the stories 
That they told me 
Of how I hurt my baby 
Must be somehow true