And I wrote Dear me If I were you In which I am I'd take this memory And forget it happened Because the train barrels fast As if it knows you are on the tracks.
Make my bed while I'm in it. And turn off the light. Another shovel of grave dirt. Honey, you'll be alright. I've dissapeared beneath the sheet. This night is enthralling. A divorce between lovers. But the priest has been calling. I'll miss this place. 10000 miles away. The last thing they told me. He didn't ask you to stay.