he reads the saturday evening posthas coffee with her ghostthey used to say every single night"if your heart stops, so does mine"he sits in his favori..
with a pitchfork in my sideyou can't say i never triedi'm beat and brokeni dragged my feet alongyour roadside for too longbeat and brokenthis could be..
i'm at the lowest point you can be on dry landa dire warning that i give to all my friendsi'm afraid of what i'm sliding towardsafraid afraid i can't ..