I don't know what I'm supposed to say to you I don't know how I'm supposed to make it through Even if I could do it easily All I ever wanted was to be Close to you, close to you Close to you, close to you Close to you, close to you All I ever wanted was to be close to you
Lately I don't know if I can make it I'm dead broke, alone, watching HBO Go naked I'm still sick, can't find the strength to change it Nameless chalk body, face down on the pavement My best known hobby is probably sobbing, honestly Kicked out QuikTrip, or hanging out the car, vomiting Finding new ways to bother anyone still tolerant While whispering, "What's worse?" to the ghost that's still haunting me
I don't know what I'm supposed to say to you I don't know how I'm supposed to make it through Even if I could do it easily All I ever wanted was to be Close to you, close to you Close to you, close to you Close to you, close to you All I ever wanted was to be close to you
Small town tragedies we bury In the passing of time and the shut down Chevron at night Somewhere beyond resting rusted cars Stone churches, sports bars, football team america Dead pets buried in makeshift cemeteries Under cherry trees or redbuds in bloom in spring I am new to this, I am a virgin to the world again And at the soft touch of her hand, I unfurl my wings
If we spin it all backwards, this never happens You never hit me, I'm still laughing Not sobbing with my head on the sand & small tremors running through the cracks in my hand Xxxxxx never stabbed, & I don't feel the absence Xxxxxx passed along when he mixed his dope & Xanax Xxxx sticks around for his kids first day of classes Xxxx never takes that swan dive in manhattan I'm not sobbing, I'm only laughing I'm not crying, I'm just laughingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
