I've got a friend, he's a purebred killing machine He said he's waited his whole damn life for this I knew him well when he was seventeen Now he's a man
Hey, was there something that you wanted to say? I don't know what to do when you look that way Cigarettes and tequila at 6 And the sun going down on
'm standing On my own two feet In the shadow of a thousand Veiled Victorian goodbyes Jewels of litter come to greet me And it stings my eyes Oh, it burns like a fire
pose perplexities purposely 'Cause it isn't a game, it isn't a test And now hey, you, could you give it a rest? Just take me home, come on and get me undressed Put on a fire
Good days, bad days, I've had a few of those, Same old story-I know how this song goes, At least I did, but now I'm not so sure, Nothing's in its place
Oh, this road is long, this road is wide It takes more than luck to last the ride It takes strength and it takes courage to survive And did someone ever
reach you there? After the rain, in the lonely hours he haunts me Calling out again and again Sophia, Sophia, I'm burning, I'm burning It's a fire, a fire
In a little while people and places Will be so far behind out of my body In a little while I will play aces And raise my glass in an act of defiance
In the back of a car on a road in the dark In the stillicide, silently falling snow I've packed everything that I own in a bag And I'm driving, I'm driving
Years ago, you said to me, "I think I'm losing the fight Or the fight is losing me, I'm not certain" And here we are, the closing scenes and all the house
Here is my story A little sad of soul, a little weary Maybe I am that, will nobody love me? Is an empty heart and a conscience all I have? If I die tonight
Hey was there something that you wanted to say? I don't know what to do when you look that way, Cigarettes and tequila at 6, And the sung oing down on
Years ago, you said to me, "I think I'm losing the fight, Or the fight's losing me, I'm not certain," And here we are-the closing scenes, And all the
I've got a friend, he's a pure-bred killing machine He says he's waited his whole damn life for this I knew him well when he was seventeen Now he's a
In a little while, People and places will be so far behind, Out of my body, In a little while, I will play aces, And raise my glass in an act of defiance
I'm standing on my own two feet. In the shadow of a thousand veiled Victorian goodbyes Jewels of litter come to greet me, and it stings my eyes. Oh it burns like a fire
In the back of a car on a road in the dark, In the stillicide, silently falling snow, I have packed everything that I own in a bag, And I'm driving,
Here is my story- A little sad of soul, a little weary Maybe I am that? Will nobody love me? Is an empty heart and a conscience all I have? If i die
