You buy me dinner when I'm in town. We talk about records that you know. Play the friendship card upon me. And out the door. . Somebody said we hurt your feelings.
When I crawled out of bed this morning. I could tell something wasn't right. There were cigarettes in the ashtrays. They weren't your menthol lights. There were beer bottles in the kitchen.
Looking out the window, the trees are getting closer it seems.. Thinking bout you Darling.. Adding up the cost of these dreams.. . Strapped to this projectile, just a blink ago I was back in school..
The graffiti on the backstage wall. Gets painted over in a muted shade. And the club becomes an Old Navy. After the scene dies. . When the last six-string slinger.
Once upon a time, my advice to you. Would have been go out. And find yourself a whore. But I guess I've grown up. 'Cause I don't give that kind of advice anymore.
When it all comes down. There'll be nothing left to catch you but ground. It's calling your name and filling your head. With delusions of glory. . Is that how you're gonna write your story?.