When I'm awake at night, sometimes I picture you
And hear
Just heard the news today let yourself down once again
There was a time would you would come and go
Now
It was Christmas eve, babe
In the drunk tank
An old man
I spend a day and night
then finally realize
theres really nothing
i received your letter in the mail sounds like times
she was gone before a start
making others miserable, not
always mending
unlucky seventeen,
already handed plans for the future glamour
and shown how
I see you clinging, sterotyping
Just to feel comfort, just to
What's wrong with everyone? There's a panic in their eyes
When you were little she sold you out
Out be the
packing up the pictures in an old shoebox
does it feel
Maybe you dont understand it,
What keeps them awake at night
What