Won't somebody please Take away my keys Drunk again And running in to memories of trees Curtains in the sky Certain they will cry But you would too
I don't get you I lost my way I don't get anyone I don't get any of this Seems nothing's what I get My x-rays black My small love burnt in the sun
you didn't really die you only went away my drummer he saw you buying supplies about a week ago a couple towns away south on the interstate i gave him
