So I always get nostalgic with that song. But in my room it's forced. It has to be in some car across the street. And I always catch the back of your head in a crowd.
Who'd you drag around my door. If I keep it cracked they won't be there no more. And who'd you leave along the way. Leave 'em there and don't come back today.
So while they satisfy. Their want to ink a deal. A world of status. Finds a home, oh no. With all the stories. New and old. We're thinking. This is all a dream.
Once was a man. a rage. all foreigns tales onstage. it turns a page. -. all through this time. not grown. she'll go through life. alone. don't answer the phone.
Farewell old friend. A season ends. And your conscience lends. All your lies at hand. Because you're a star. And you'll go far. You stand in the flame.
All those wires that froze a man. They can't keep up with me. If you hide in broken-promise-land. You can't get too close, ya see. . Off and running through the backdoor.
You say I'm obsessive. I don't want to hear. Overly possessive. Who, when, and where. When your arms go round another. I'll turn my back, why bother. .
All the things I can say when I'm half asleep. They always seem so real. Up until morning. . With my defenses down it's hard to run. Familiar streets are closed.
As I sift and drift in bullshit. That plagues from day to day. Would you ever really notice. That I've gone away. . And I'm over the wall. Over the hill.
Hell, if I didn't play it wrong. That was the worst of me. Who are you to judge your bygone. It never followed me. . Oh, the smell, you wear it well. Is counterfeit.
It's fully operational. We don't even have to sell. I rooked it but what the hell. It's someone else's soul, oh well. . It's stolen but it's okay. If integrity says no way.
So when she lays down. It'll be. With me. She'll lay down with me. . And when she walks out. It'll be. On me. She'll walk out on me. . When she kneeling.
Make love by the window. With the toffs. And before you can jump. I'll push you off. And I'm knee deep with no sleep at all. When you're on my shoulder.
Cities crumble into forests. The black tops crack and float away. Change your mind and inhale. And every now and then it's broken. We'll fix it all up in the end.
So there's one more wound to cauterize. And there's one more fix behind the eyes. Here's hopin' it cuts me down to size. . Is it imagination or jealousy?.
I want you in the wrong way. What's tomorrow if you've got today. And if you subscribe to my way. You erase all this anyway. Out in the mountains and granola.
Hey mama, hear me hollerin'. Hey mama, watch me pray. I buried you out in the backyard. Hung out high in a tree. Yeah that was me. . Hey mama, watch me stumble.
Got my head in the girl. Got my head in the girl. Got my head in the girl. . So when I look back upon it now. I remember how I used to feel so proud. Cause there never was a power shift or struggle.
Alright. Summer swells to a close. Your skin still kinda glows. Even at night. . It's just a couple of moments to get past. And one or two of the moments that never lasted.
So faint the walls behind me now. I know where they stand. I know the way home. Outrun the storm above our heads. Every other day. I know the way home.