The best is when you say the worst is over It's like saying we had luck with a three leaf clover And you kept saying that over and over And I still catch you looking over your shoulder And it's okay, I know the only times you really loved me Were the times when you weren't sober And that hurts We all hurt We all hurt And I kept saying that
At the end of the road, He calls everyone home. And the fire will consume us, striking through to the bone. At the end of the road, You will soon hear him call. As the congregations crumble, And the chapels will fall.
its a really good song... Johnny Cash like. Late Johnny Cash. Depressed Johnny Cash like.
Ok, so I drank too much. And she drank too much. We both feel bad about it. But still, I'm pissed off. I'm depressed. And who really knows why? Maybe cause I'm a jerk?