Album: Punk‐O‐Rama, Volume 5
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
i'm old it's plain to see a life of tragedy
save it for later that's what we always said
what will that do for us
what will that do for us
what will that do for us now
tried to paint a picture of the time that we once shared
you never seemed to be so concerned
story goes like this you say i'm almost never there
independent is what you've always 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 and index of thoughts
this time it won't get to me.
what will that do for us
what will that do for us
what will that do for us now
tried to paint a picture of the time that we once shared
you never seemed to be so concerned