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I don't drink everything,
She won't stop at anything,
She won't wait for me,
I don't smoke anything,
I don't mind living at her place,
I don't mind her smoke in my face
She helped me move out of Hollywood,
She gave me the reason,
That I would leave for good
I saw the scar from when she tried to shoot herself,
The bullet passed through her arm,
I can't change anything,
But her sadness and her pain somehow drew my cruelty
We grew apart every time she cried,
I would always hold her,
But it always felt like a lie,
She left town,
Formal goodbyes,
Same old speech,
I blew my last chance,
Fucked apology,
It don't mean anything,
Rest my feet, Kingsley Street,
I knew we couldn't stay in touch,
I knew it could never be love
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Quetzalcoatl
- She Has No Control
- Open Road: The Allied Years (1992–1997)
- Nostalgic for Nothing
- J Church / Storm the Tower - Split EP
- How to Be Punk, Volume 1
- Return of the Read Menace
- The Precession of Simulacra - The Map Preceeds the Territory
- Five Years on the Streets
- Yellow, Blue and Green
- Camels, Spilled Corona and the Sound of Mariachi Bands
- One Mississippi
- The Drama of Alienation
- Mailorder is FUN!
- Arbor Vitae
- The Year of the Rat
- Prophylaxis
- Analysis, Yes, Very Nice
- Society Is a Carnivorous Flower