i'm sitting in your bed
listening to all the music that keep her from killing herself
how did you do it?
did you love me that much then
how about now?
tear stained cheeks as joey plays on the radio
oh, did i drink all that?
i'm not angry anymore
i just want you to hold me
and make the whisky yurps go away
i always thought Caroline was caroline's songs
you'll never be done
and neither will i
i rub my foot against everything
i wonder why that is
it's like a comfort thing or something?
it's dark in here
light out there
and everything really does look better tho rose tinted glasses
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