At the bottom of a can of PBR
You'd find your life and mine in days
And car rides, those were long drives.
If you look through my eyes you'd see hell,
And a picture of yourself in my closet.
There are bottles on a shelf
In place of trophies for records I held.
I spent 8 hours in a cell,
And this room makes me feel still equally unlike myself.
You're blank when you look up at your ceiling
With your face white as the paint
You were afraid to say the name of your street
Ever since it changed you, Melanie
And for me it did the same.
I'm not mad about it, I just miss you everyday.
You were stained like the carpet in your room
Bet you wish you remained there. Well, I feel distant,too.
You carve yourself in stone to find some permanence,
But rocks erode, and all of us move.
You're blank when you look up at your ceiling
With your face white as the paint
You were afraid to say the name of your street
Ever since it changed you, Melanie
And for me it did the same.
I'm not mad about it, I just miss you everyday.
I'm not mad about it, I just miss you everyday.
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