I've called you so many times today. And I guess it's all true what your girlfriends say. That you don't ever want to see me again. And your brother's gonna kill me, and he's six feet ten.
I've called you so many times today. And I guess it's all true what your girl-friends say. That you don't ever want to see me again. And your brother's gonna kill me and he's six feet ten.
There were rooms of forgiveness. In the house that we share. But the space has been emptied. Of whatever was there. There were cupboards of patience. There were shelfloads of care.