You and me, we have become good friends, but you just seem to hide the things you really feel. Your navy eyes, the way you twist your lips, the nicotine at night wandering around. Maybe you’ll go away and you’ll be just like the rest. Cause’ lady, you know your ways to make a foolish man fall apart for you. All the times that I have spent with you will soon become a thought too wistful for recall. Well, all of you know well what to get, but soon enough you’ll part leaving
grief inside.
