and how many drunks
are sleepin at the loose end of a bottle
while i'm sittin here alone, thinking of you
well i hate (i hate) to see you like this
and i don't want to hold your hair back anymore
i want to breathe, or maybe i want to be asleep
just like YOUUUOUOUOUOUOUuuuuu
well i can see straight through your lies
like i can see right through mine
and i can see the doubt and the years
and i see a woman on the beach,
holding her hand out towards the sea
holding her hand out towards me
like i was something to reach... for
something to record
and as the waves were lapping off of her shins
i could have drowned in the shit and the sorrow and sin
and i can tell you of the places i've never been
and the lives taken which were never lived
but mostly i just feel the guilt