, thought I'd let this go. Your depression shows when you talk about home. You said: "I can't wait to leave this town and go away on my own". And the
that was burning through your eyes Then I would have to come alone and cast myself as a sacrifice Hit and run, don't deny she loves you to death and
, I'll break, I'll fold. It's got to be this air that's killing me. I know alone is all I've known and it's old and I'm cold, yeah, but it doesn't phase
This is the first time that I've seen Exactly where I want to be and how the fuck I'll make it there And I'm sick of looking back at all the chances I
to ever work out in this life. How you can you even go on without your saddle, without your wife? Follow me to the water, where it flows still no one knows. And
lost along the way, it seems that everything is grey, but that's ok. I know it's out there waiting for me, but I can't see it from where I stand. And
I would change for you. [x2]
t you let me come inside? I wanted to I needed to know I needed to let you in I wanted to I needed to know And I'm gone and out And I'm gone and out
is soon to be my crutch I kept it in and now Ia??ll keep it shut So throw it all away, lock it up An illustration And off better days Ita??s just an
hold on to the past wasted it all on me chase us around the hallways sometimes i swear that i see know that im hear for you always ghost of you and
Sixteenth day into the year, the drive was quiet. I had thoughts in my head. It was all bad news. We sat parked, and I opened up, you shut down. This
years, and my feet are cold, and my back is sore. How long will it take for you to to realise that you are nothing? 'Cause I've been watching closely, and
I dropped you off and I headed home, I drove fast but I was all alone. My eyes bled as I travelled down the road. Then my thoughts left my tongue in
coming My day is coming up soon And I've been waiting And I've been waiting in my room And I've been thinking And I've been thinking about my life And
the door for you to come in. He's not like other boys, he's got good ideas, his thoughts are real. But now he's lost his head, his heart and soul, He
in these waking days And it's all fake Open wide The taste we've all been tasting in our tongues and in our minds And take that head of yours and stick
your window And I see nothing much Lack of visual, lack of touch Now smoke fills the air Serves as my crutch And I never felt so fucked Patience, all this patience Tapping toes and
tasting words like Why did I never write home You think I am so worried and careful I know you're right, it's true I'm a weeping willow And I know places
