So September follows August. I don't mind so three and four and five come after two. Will anything mean anything?. Do I care what tomorrow brings?. . I only wonder what comes after you.
I can hardly bare the sight of lipstick. On the cigarettes there in the ashtray. Lyin' cold the way you left them. But at least your lips caressed them while you packed.
I can hardly bare the sight of lipstick. On the cigarettes there in the ashtray. Lyin' cold the way you left them. But at least your lips caressed them while you packed.
One by one they're turning out the lights. I've been feedin' that old jukebox just to hold you tight. Guess it's for the best, I just put in my last dime.