I, I'm driving black on black, just got my license
So far away
This time, this place
Misused, mistakes
Too long, too late
Who
Well I wanted you, I wanted no one else
I thought
You can dig me up a grave
And try and stick
From underneath the trees, we watch the sky
Confusing stars for
I judge by what she's wearing
Just how many heads I'm
Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me
I'm through with standin' in lines to clubs I'll never
Prison gates won't open up for me
On these hands and
Uncle Sam taught him to shoot
Maybe a little too well
Finger
I reside in 209, you're in 208
You moved in last
Have I gone all too far?
Have I been here before?
If
I asked you to stay
But you said,"There's no way"
I begged
No, I don't guess I don't sacrifice and I know
I
I don't live anymore
I don't love me this way
I don't