I still catch your name
Like a song
In a net
I still wouldn't picture
You being that way
If I hadn't seen it
For myself
I still get messed up
When I hear certain songs
I still drive around
Looking for a house
Too expensive to buy
I still play on the East Side
Every Friday night
I still do
I still do
I still dance around
Like a fool in the dark
I still like the taste
Of my foot in my mouth
I still buy you gifts
And tear up the receipts
I still cook the dinners
That you taught me to make
I still do
I still do
I still guess the numbers
That might call you up
I still dream awake
And sleep aware
I still say it don't matter
When all I do is care
I still play it young
When it wants to be old
I still stay too quiet
When I want to be bold
I still got the bad moods
And the faded tattoos
I still do
I still do
I still see your name
In everyday words
I still wish I could see it
On a towel in my bathroom
See your picture
Right under mine
Get it right
For real
This time
I still hope to God that you got out alive
When it seems like only idiots
Were able to survive
I still say nostalgia's my worst drug
And I'd still go back to get you
If I knew how to do it
I say I would bring back you
And me
And everybody
We sunk with
And got drunk with
But I still like to hope
When I can't do nothing else
I still do
I still do
Do you?
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