Dear Sarah
don't care for my sickness
I'll die for love
but I've lost my rusty Colt
Rum and drugs in a car
resin on your eyes
beer and tears
in this cold Sunday night
Every day I feel your sadness
come near me and please gaze to
this photo of our adolescence
that I've found under my bed
Dear Sarah
don't cry for my madness
I'll die for love
but I've lost my rusty Colt