In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Friday, March 25, 2016
you won't be there
when the sun is shining
I want to be alone
with the windows shut
and the curtains drawn
in this mess I call home
smoke some weed
and drink some wine
and collapse into sleep
and if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord to keep
me away from people
who are naturally kind
'cause I'm the kind of asshole
who always speaks his mind
and my mind is angry
and my anger never leaves
but I don't want anyone
to be catching my disease
don't tell me that you love me
.don't tell me that you care
'cause I know when I turn around
you won't be there
I saw you in a parking lot
but I wouldn't let you see
the unforgiving failure
that's become of me
you walked into the 7-11
and I wanted to follow you
but I had a hint of sanity
say it's what I should not do
don't tell me that you love me
don't tell me that you care
'cause every time I turn around
I know you won't be there
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