I can’t believe it
roles reversed
I used to be the confused one
I used to be the one in the pit
sometimes he was all I had
what about it?
does he really mean what he says?
he said he was going crazy
and that cut me to the bone
man, this is a hard road to fall on
substitution for whatever you’ve been tripping
he wrote out my life sometimes
that one letter at the end of every day was what saved me
I hope I can heal him too
got a lot of old dreams to flush down the toilet
a lot of old memories and nausea
a lot of old thread and empty glasses
sang for him
sing for him
want to meet him?
hope I don’t sound like a squeaky gate
hope I don’t intrude
come home early and talk to me
I never catch you anymore
three o’clock down below
barely there
barely alive
still I love you
still I can’t go away