Fires burned for seven years, I never knew.

I rolled the dice and swore I never made a move.

What do I care if she was your girl an hour or two ago?
It's me and me and me and me alone.
I've been sleeping through communion for a couple months.

I've been too scared to tell you that I gave it up.

If I don't believe in the afterlife does that mean I can't go?
Will it be me and me and me and me alone?

I've got a long black river in the back of my head.

It's taking me down and I am raising the dead.
But if the chemicals drift away, I guess that someday I'll forget.

But no, I have not yet.

I called you twice today to try to make it right.
But when your girlfriend said you left I lost my appetite.

What do you care if I wanna make this drive out on my own?
Just me and me and me and me alone.

It's me and me and me and me alone.