I've never been too good with names.. The cellar door was open, I could never stay away.. I know it's prob'ly not my place.. It's either or, I'm hoping for a simple way to say..
Bite my tongue. And I won't say a word against anyone. But I don't wanna get my fingers wet. Unless it's an accident. . I fell out on the street. Now I'm watching my shoes and I grit my teeth.
I can't for the life of me tell you. What all this is really about. So I'm leaving you with the burden of proof. And a strong case of reasonable doubt.