Don’t say you’re happy, out there without me, I know you can’t be, ‘cause it’s no good.
You make it easy.
I feel fine enough I guess, considering everything’s a mess.
It’s much less picturesque without her catching the light.
So why do you only call me when you’re high?
Left alone forever and for crimes unclear… someone take me far from here.
I love you more, than I did the week before. I guess it must be alcohol.
