(lyrics are written by Pete Krebs)

Cut

Into the soil

Just like a soul

A coffin of aged meat

Reminds me I don't fly too good anymore

She goes

Down to the soil

And sets her hand on fire

To prove she don't feel for me

I wait for dignity

To tell me that she is wrong

She is wrong

If she is wrong, I am not what is wrong here


Somewhere I forget where

Supposedly I am somebody's best friend


So

I wait at home

Gaging the backlash

Heart struck, I stumble

A cemetery two step and think of the gravestone

Here lies a solitary note from an angel

that said this would work out

Just like a dream

A fine sweeping motion

That carries me to sleep at night


Somewhere I forget where

Supposedly I am somebody's best friend


No

Final pretensions

No honorable mentions

I drink my way to sleep

Dream and dream and dream and dream and dream

Dream and dream and

I wanna wake up in my own bed again

I wanna wake up in my own bed again

I wanna wake up in my own bed again


Somewhere I forget where

Supposedly I am somebody's best friend










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Thanks to (Jake Kussmaul) for correcting these lyrics. Jun 25, 2008