Look at you hiding. Behind your sweater. What I want to say. Let it fall away. I don't care. . If we're alone, can be trusted on my own. I can never bring you home.
Rollin' from your brat sarcastic eye. A California tear, a drop of gold. Maybe you were cold, yeah, so was I. Holdin' back, holdin' back the year. . The year before the poison took its toll.