19 - Aburden

Twenty-four little hours Brought the sun and the flowers Where there used to be rain My yesterday was blue, dear Today I'm a part of you, dear My lone

I stopped making deals with God Right around when you left I said that I would start believing If they made you well again Guess they knew it was bulls**t

Have you ever heard that love Is a metaphor A metaphor for the taste of the bottom The fall to the floor I fall to the floor I remember me and you I remem

This is the hardest thing I've ever had to say I guess I do exaggerate But it's so hard to say goodnight Just one more drink Please come inside I hold

I want it this way I want something You give it to me Or I'll show you how fast I can tear this place apart Oh no, here it goes He's going at it again He