Throw away those pictures
and anything i sent
and the postcard told you something
that i never meant
while i was far away
you were with me all the time
thoughts of innocent cries
and fall asleep eyes
I guess this world is over
i know i'm getting older
i guess this world is over
i know i'm getting older
Weeks to go before
i leave for good
you don't know by now
but i know you should
boring sunsets
and walks around the town
as i think and pace...
...and curse the ground
i curse the ground
I guess this world is over
i know i'm getting older
fake surpise when i
show up at your door
who is it?
where did you come from?
who...put you up to this?
don't act like you don't care
or resist..pretend.