Fires burned for seven years, I never knew. I rolled the dice and swore I never made a move. What do I care if she was your girl an hour or two ago? It’s me and me alone.
Been sleeping through communion for a couple months. I’ve been too scared to tell you that I gave it up. If I don’t believe in the afterlife does that mean I can’t go? Will it be me and me alone?
I’ve got a long black river in the back of my head. It is taking me down, and I am raising the dead. But if the chemicals drift away I guess that someday I’ll forget. But no, I have not yet.
I called you twice today to try to make it right, But when your girlfriend said you left I lost my appetite. What do you care if I wanna make this drive out on my own? Just me and me alone. It’s me and me alone.