Digger Alcohol, Women, And Misery
Scared to death of the telephone
Cringe at the thought of ever being alone
Ive got quite a lack of vertabre
To say the words that i know i have to say
Im burned out on your digital voice
I wish i didn't have to make this choice
Sometimes i wish i could fade away with you
Just me and you in a padded room
Were we doomed right from hello?
If it's all my fault i guess I'll never know
Where did all the good times go?
If it's all your fault i guess well never know
I didn't want it this way
When will the timing be just right?
I know im running away
Im scared of being right
...i hope you catch me soon
