You were just like me, you were one big bruise. In the game of life we were playing too lose. You were Jesse James, I was William Tell. You were Daniel Webster, I was the devil himself.
You know the rain is gone. When the sky is full of dust. And the tears are gone. When your eyes are red as rust. . And it just rains because it can. And you just cry until you can't.
Time provides the rope but love will tie the slipknot. And I will be the chair you kick away. You don't even like anything you like or the people you know.