I want to leave this town
No you don't
I'm leaving here tomorrow
I want to see you again
No you don't
Well, I guess I'll see you soon
I want to write your name
in a script that can only connote sorrow
To read to myself on any given drunken afternoon
Down in West Memphis
You, the three, and me
Made our way through the leaves
To drink to the bowery
And though we're only human
with regrets that we surely hold up high
You must believe our bated breath
When we tell you that you're looking for the wrong guy
And if I'm not here when you wake in the morning
Listen to your reflection when she says you're not at fault
Because like my mind my legs must constantly be wandering
Until my vices bring my heart to a screeching halt
When the Winter feels like Summer
I must admit that I never seem to know
If I should take my blues and retire back to my slumber
Or if I should go outside and take off all of my clothes
And if I'm not here when you wake in the morning
Listen to your reflection when she says you're not at fault
Because like my mind my legs must constantly be wandering
Until my vices bring my heart to a screeching halt
LIke the lonely high diver
Up on the board terrified of heights and water
I know that I could finally have some closure
If I would swallow my pride and quit trying to keep composure
And if I'm not here when you wake in the morning
Listen to your reflection when she says it won't be long
Until I come back on my knees dirty and whining
And for the very first time I hear you say
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