And every time we have to part. I sit and shoot the doves in my back yard. I dig a hole in search of kites. I lose my grip oh how that string it bites.
And the dogs they dip my feet, they make me watch the girls the dancing queens. I am not the one to blame I am not the worst in this here game
I found the broom I found the crease the waters warm hot with disease.
An Untimely demise I’m still watching the world through your eye. Your insides were never my size.
In the car in the drive oh.
I wrote your letters I knew your name, I wrote your letters I knew your name, I wrote your letters I knew your name, I wrote your letters I knew your name