You, Me, And Everyone We Know Lyrics
2. Sad Bastard Music
This sweater doesn’t quite smell Much the way it used to My teeth aren’t nearly as white My blue eyes half as bright My taste for liquor ain’t the same I say that’s a good thing Beneath this crooked little grin The ice is getting thin But our times are never really thick Simple arithmetic It’s not a mental trick I plan to learn Too good at giving up, Why bother covering a candle due to snuff? Simple arithmetic It’s not a mental trick I plan to learn I’ve learned to live without. I’m barely flickering, just put me out.
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