Now I don't mind if I hurt you
And leave the guilt behind
So here I go burning bridges

Did I play my hand too soon?

Sop for the first time in my life

Feel like a country boy caught in headlights
Found my rosebud


Arrived in new york city
Felt like a scapegoat before a commitee
Found my rosebud


All this talk off regret
Lets go slumming, lets go slumming

And start all over again
The greatest ghost writer
Couldn't help you

Write a draft of your life

Great minds have spent lifetimes looking for answers

Look at these sandpaper hands..i'm just paid from the neck down
Your velvet revoluction..chase where it leads you, my friend


It's not like
I said
That I love you