Puddles of whiskey on my windowsill, ragged leaves are hanging from the trees.
You don't know me by now - maybe you never will.
The world is finally dead, I must have rocks in my head - for not seeing you the way that you saw me.
You can never know me the way I know myself, you think the best I ever did I did for someone else.
I'm lying in the road, waiting for a ride.
I'm lying in a road, trying to save my life.
Passed out on the party train for years, cigarette butts sticking out of my ears.
There stands a glass that'll hide my fear.
That world is finally dead, I must have rocks in my head - for not seeing you the way that you saw me.
You can never know me the way I know myself, you think the best I ever did I did for someone else.
I'm lying in the road, waiting for a ride.
I'm lying in a road, trying to save my life.
You can never know me the way I know myself, you think the best I ever did I did for someone else.
I'm lying in the road, waiting for a ride.
I'm lying in a road, trying to save my life.