yeah that's cool and all but when you're out for a while, trying to get dried out you feel the time pass by but you don't look around you were playing your music but you got drowned out you go back to the old house but you've been locked out and it wasn't for love that you went back home it was the guilt in your throat like you swallowed a bone they had all of your life to get it right they had all of that time just to change their minds and you're grateful for the bus, it's a place to sit down like a spider in the winter trying not to be found no use trying to heal when you're getting stepped on no use selling your soul when you're getting passed on













