after the summer, your father got sick,
i watched as your roof turned from rocks into sticks,
who is your humble, and maybe i'll run across him?
there's a train leaving thursday, i'm scared you'll be on,
the bed ridden family keeps me on the farm,
i wanted to save you but i realised it's just too late,
some heroes aren't meant for saving heroes anyway.
i fired a shot deep into the blue moon,
i watched as the man up there cried on his stool,
and i said "i'm sorry, can you tell me which one's the fool?"
some men are fools without even knowing they're fools.
i stared down a bottle with x's at school,
poison would fill very inch of my bones,
who is your savior, and who is he saving you from?
some men need saving more than others need saving, hon.
i sing away through a bottle or two,
my speaker wires are tangled in two,
and i'm so lonely.
why should the devil steal all my jams?
i tried to appreciate what i had there,
but she made it harder, but darling, i'm okay with that.
and i write a letter to cathy every day,
i tell her i lover her, and tell her i pray.
she better know that i'm lying, at least that's okay,
cos we're going to make it out of here some day.
and i read a book on my favourite band,
i was inspired for close to ten minutes.
i don't know what happened, it just left and flew out the window.
some men need inspiration, and others just need to be scared,
cos we're going to make it out of here, go somewhere.
i am dead to you, to you,
cos i am dead, i'm dead, to you,
cos i am dead, i am dead, to you,
cos i am dead, i am dead, to you.