tear down the house that i grew up in
i'll never be the same again
take everything that i've collected.... throw it in a pile
bulldoze the woods that i ran through
carry the pictures of me and you
i have no memory of who i once was
and i dont remember your name
park the old car that i love the best
inspections due and it wont pass the test
its funny how i have to put it to rest
and how one day i will join it
i remember crying over you
and i dont mean like a couple of tears and i'm blue
i'm talking about colapsin and screamin at the moon
but i'm a better man for having gone through it
yes, i'm a better man for having gone through it
i have no memory of who i once was
and i dont remember your name....
Thursday, May 28, 2009
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