Gone

(альбом: @#!* - 2023)

I don't plan anything, I'm trying to come home
Thoughts of you are always on my mind
A runaway from problems, my excuse when I am there
You roll over once again I'm gone

It's old, it's plain to see this life of tragedy
Save it for later that's what we always said

What will they do for us
What will they do for us
What will they do for us now
Tried to paint a picture of the times we once shared
You never seemed to be so concerned

That story goes like this... You say I'm almost never there
Independence is what you want
An arm to hold on, someone to sleep next to in the night
Rolling over once again I'm gone

Look through the backlog, an index of thoughts
This time it won't get to me

What will they do for us
What will they do for us
What will they do for us now
I tried to paint a picture of the times we once shared
You never seemed to be so concerned

[?] barely hanging on and on

And I don't plan anything, I'm never coming home
The thoughts of you are on my mind
[?] I'm gone

What will they do for us