I squeezed and sucked on your favorite pillowcases in search of your squandered scent,
I thought we could salvage something…
Stoned and skinny I’m a slave to I should have,
Yet it’s hard to believe in, even If I would have…
Do you think about me as the bread is rising?
I am speaking to you as your tea is steeping,
staring into your eyes with that sinking feeling,
and believe it or not girl, it's your cup, it's your cup...
Now you’re drinking to me as my head is fading,
I’m begging from your belly while your heart is still swaying,
"Join me baby girl, beyond the lines of Washington county!"
When was it that you last said never?
When was it that you last left?
It's never lonely out on that creeper trail,
and even the frozen Holsten will tell you, "it aint never cold!"
Do I think about you when the blues is playin’?
I'm speaking to you once again, this time your tea is on ice,
You sip sadness through a straw and the world around you cries.
Oh, your stares, those skillful eyes,
on a satiny screen through 2,324 miles of lies...
But you always had me right where you wanted me...
(I’d go anywhere for you)
And now I drink to my regrets, take the odds on my memories.
So stuck in my ways, while you're the model of change,
“I guess I have a short memory...”
Well, well, well… Do you think about me now that you’re bored (ing?) as hell?
Do you remember when it was, the time that you last loved?
Is it now or was it never? Your memory is short, would you even remember?
It’s been ever so lonely out at the Venice shore,
And still the rollin’ ocean roars, “All is fair…(in love and war)”
