i've been in denial for a while now, but i'm coming around
i've been blowing in a weird wind, wayward as a Greyhound
you took my grief with a grain of salt, it was difficult, it was all my fault
a long distance phone call from Philadelphia, i was drunk and i needed to talk
but once i had you attention, there's so much i meant to mention
there's some things that i have come to understand
you were dry land, i was a drowning man
they say the safest place is a basement in a storm
well darling during downpours, you were my cellar door
well, i half-assed, i gift-wrapped a piece of shit
i was the bearer of bad news, your worst birthday present
that forlorn uniform you fold, and your ice cold eyes rolled
there's something things that i have come to understand
you were dry land, i was a drowning man
they say the safest place is a basement in a storm
well darling during downpours, i was so self-absorbed
and time will tell if the hand your dealt is worth a damn
there's no knowing in advance, and the one you held has lost it's grasp

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