Apathy Eulogy, The
Always Means Always
i'm not fighting back, it's not my first heart attackit seems all my defenses are overruna table meant for two, seemed most natural with youbut lately when they seat me i say, "one"i always drive your car to visit your grandmayou look out of the window like a kidshe won't be here for long, but judging by this songshe'll have lasted longer with you than i didthough i am not your man, sometimes i still pretendyour big brown eyes stare right back at mebut i opened up my heart and i'm still in bed alonei'm the closest that alone will get to happysometimes you still call, though your picture's on the walli still can't seem to count you as a friendi won't help you if you're madi won't find time to chati will only help the conversation endi can name the date, your outfit and the placewhen we decided to let our worlds collideif it were up to you, you would throw that away tooyou don't know what you had and now it's died.
From Letras Mania