Song | Exit Wounds |
Artist | Tim Barry |
Album | Raising Hell & Living Cheap: Live in Richmond (Live) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I see guilt in your eyes | |
But there’s some things from me you can’t hide | |
Truth is hard | |
Guilt is easy | |
Nothing’s changed since you left | |
Just an extra room and higher rent | |
Come on in | |
I wish you’d not come here | |
Whoa, I moved your couch with calloused hands | |
And your bed in a borrowed van | |
But that don’t mean a thing | |
I change the path I walk now every morning to avoid you being near | |
I cut out the chatter of friends of friends of friends in case I hear | |
About the old you and the new you | |
And what you do and when and where | |
You make me feel like ballast | |
Just dead weight | |
Is that clear? | |
How the fuck am I supposed to memorize | |
Every word that you write | |
And every change in your life | |
And every simple expression | |
Do you like me or just the idea of me? | |
Cause in the rain it’s all you | |
And in the sun it’s all about you | |
Now you’re here and I’m through | |
And you don’t even know it | |
I could talk at you with out end | |
But I know you wouldn’t listen | |
You never did before | |
I change the path I walk now every morning to avoid you being near | |
I cut out the chatter of friends of friends of friends in case I hear | |
About the old you and the new you | |
And what you do and when and where | |
You make me feel like ballast | |
Just dead weight | |
Is that clear? |
I see guilt in your eyes | |
But there' s some things from me you can' t hide | |
Truth is hard | |
Guilt is easy | |
Nothing' s changed since you left | |
Just an extra room and higher rent | |
Come on in | |
I wish you' d not come here | |
Whoa, I moved your couch with calloused hands | |
And your bed in a borrowed van | |
But that don' t mean a thing | |
I change the path I walk now every morning to avoid you being near | |
I cut out the chatter of friends of friends of friends in case I hear | |
About the old you and the new you | |
And what you do and when and where | |
You make me feel like ballast | |
Just dead weight | |
Is that clear? | |
How the fuck am I supposed to memorize | |
Every word that you write | |
And every change in your life | |
And every simple expression | |
Do you like me or just the idea of me? | |
Cause in the rain it' s all you | |
And in the sun it' s all about you | |
Now you' re here and I' m through | |
And you don' t even know it | |
I could talk at you with out end | |
But I know you wouldn' t listen | |
You never did before | |
I change the path I walk now every morning to avoid you being near | |
I cut out the chatter of friends of friends of friends in case I hear | |
About the old you and the new you | |
And what you do and when and where | |
You make me feel like ballast | |
Just dead weight | |
Is that clear? |
I see guilt in your eyes | |
But there' s some things from me you can' t hide | |
Truth is hard | |
Guilt is easy | |
Nothing' s changed since you left | |
Just an extra room and higher rent | |
Come on in | |
I wish you' d not come here | |
Whoa, I moved your couch with calloused hands | |
And your bed in a borrowed van | |
But that don' t mean a thing | |
I change the path I walk now every morning to avoid you being near | |
I cut out the chatter of friends of friends of friends in case I hear | |
About the old you and the new you | |
And what you do and when and where | |
You make me feel like ballast | |
Just dead weight | |
Is that clear? | |
How the fuck am I supposed to memorize | |
Every word that you write | |
And every change in your life | |
And every simple expression | |
Do you like me or just the idea of me? | |
Cause in the rain it' s all you | |
And in the sun it' s all about you | |
Now you' re here and I' m through | |
And you don' t even know it | |
I could talk at you with out end | |
But I know you wouldn' t listen | |
You never did before | |
I change the path I walk now every morning to avoid you being near | |
I cut out the chatter of friends of friends of friends in case I hear | |
About the old you and the new you | |
And what you do and when and where | |
You make me feel like ballast | |
Just dead weight | |
Is that clear? |