won't have to drink to confess just makes it easier i guess lying to you all the while lying to you when i smile losing you all of the while all of my friends have gone south talking with them doesn't count well there's better ways to fall down
won't have to drink to get by well maybe i'll make good in time losing you all of the while
hey i'm burning all these things in my past hey i'm burning all these things in my past
know there's hard ones to take still living for what's in store on the cross, or at the door i just don't know what i'm hanging for when i was young, my eyes went south failing now, blind to it all
all that i know is you're winding out treading on the coattails you're needing o i ain't falling for your scene it's too easy until you want to leave it on the cross, or at the door i just don't know what i'm hanging for when i was young, my eyes went south failing now, so blind to it all when i'm upon hard times, but i'm always in the need close interpretation, a brilliant way to bleed right now what am i saying, hope you don't know what i mean More from Armchair Martian