They taped over your mouth Scribbled out the truth with their lies You little spies Crush, crush (Two, three, four!) Rock and roll, hey Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now?

Put this shit back in motion Mmm, hmmm, mmm Now's the time to just clear the air Now you finally open, I'm just tryna be only We been ashin' our roaches Throw them shits in a bowl and (smoke that shit up) Rollin' one and mow, now we fired up Now we both

All the trees stood like skeletons Silhouettes of spilled ink And the snows fell in sheets and got wrapped around our feet We built the fire evermore with winter beating at the door Brother's eyes were getting heavier His bony hands cold and white And I

Since you've been gone And you needed to come home (Since you've been gone) And you needed me all along There's nowhere to go so just stay with me 'Cause since you've been gone, I've been begging you please To tell me you're not alright To tell me you're

I ask no questions, it's just one more bridge to cross My spirit is bent and there's blood on my hands The more I'm down, the less I understand Once so found, now so lost I once said If it's good Hands on the wheel All is straight ahead Left behind

You open up and what you gain is another hole Reaching out for a hand and I know The fear of losing all the trust that it craves And feel that parts of you are never coming back I used to think that life was ugly and a mess Well I was right but what else

To tell you I'm sorry For everything that I've done But when I call you never Seem to be home For breaking your heart But it don't matter, it clearly Doesn't tear you apart anymore Oh, anymore I must've called a thousand times (thousand times)

I don't recall at all There's nothing, there's nothing there And I don't understand why I've forgotten everything about you 'Til someone says your name I've forgotten all the reasons I loved you 'Til someone tells me that you rang 'I get along without

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one There is a house in New Orleans My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs

I'm going out I'm gonna drink myself to death And in the crowd I see you with someone else I brace myself 'Cause I know it's going to hurt But I like to think at least things can't get any worse No walls can keep me protected