and how many drunks are sleepin at the loose end of a bottle while i'm sittin here alone, thinking of you well i hate (i hate) to see you like this and i don't want to hold your hair back anymore i want to breathe, or maybe i want to be asleep just like YOUUUOUOUOUOUOUuuuuu
well i can see straight through your lies like i can see right through mine and i can see the doubt and the years
and i see a woman on the beach, holding her hand out towards the sea holding her hand out towards me like i was something to reach... for something to record
and as the waves were lapping off of her shins i could have drowned in the shit and the sorrow and sin and i can tell you of the places i've never been and the lives taken which were never lived but mostly i just feel the guilt