Time bites like a brown recluse Clouding my broken view Run from the reds and blues As I cleaned up all that was left of you I'll bet you wish that you were sitting next to someone else
Terrified of what goes next I can't sleep outside the crook of your neck Never got past second best Or any place that I could protest ♪ Waking up at first light Staring down the fence around a gravesite I wonder when our names might Print on some old stones at a funeral rite Alright Terrified of what goes next I can't sleep outside the crook of your neck Never got past second best Or any place that I could protest ♪ Hey Napoleon That sounds like the end