And if my woman was a fire She’d burn out before I wake And be replaced by pints of whiskey Cigarettes and outer space Then somebody moves And everything you thought you had has gone to shit But we’ve got a lot Don’t ever forget that
And I wrote this on an airplane Where the people looked like ants And when a woman that you loved is gone She’s bombing east Japan
Don’t fucking move 'Cause everything you think you have will go to shit But we’ve got a lot Don’t you dare forget that
There’s Nothing I Love More Than Baseball // You Blew It!
Too much, too soon. I’m doing my best to ignore you. I’m gritting grinded teeth and hoping that you’ll pull through. That’s all I’ve got to give. I think I’m justified to say maybe this won’t be worth it. That’s all I’ve got to give. I’m hoping that by Rockford this will be worth it. When will we see that superstitions won’t do anything? When will I see that superstitions won’t do anything?