Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones. In the event of something happening to me, There is something I would like you all to see. It's just a photograph

Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go Gotta let me go, gotta let it go Always fuck fuckin' with my head now Shut your mouth 'cause you're talking too much And I don't give a fuck anyway And I don't give a damn anyway You always seem to be

Talking to the moon In hopes you're on The other side Talking to me too Or am I a fool Who sits alone I know you're somewhere out there Somewhere far away I want you back

Have I been holding on too strong? Is it our heavy handed love Keeping us from moving on? I'm not ready to go tonight Maybe I'm coming off all wrong It's only getting harder Talking to you without falling down And this house keeps getting darker We used

Eighteen years had come and gone For mama they flew by But for me they drug on and on We were loading up that Chevy Both tryin' not to cry Mama kept on talking Putting off goodbye Then she took my hand and said "Baby, don't forget

There are moments that the words don't reach (If you see him in the street, walking by her side Talking by her side, have pity) Forgiveness, can you imagine? There is suffering too terrible to name You hold your child as tight as you can Then push away

Nobody mention my familia It's always trouble when they go too far Dead line, now you a dead man for real This is my house, you made it personal Father, father, could you bless his soul? He talking crazy, I may lose control Father, father, unforgivable

And girl, I don't even follow you, I can't Too busy calling you back, sometimes I don't understand I feel like I'm stalking you, I swear I keep on watching your Snaps, I'm stuck on your Instagram And I swear, that's why I'm watching your Snaps, I'm stuck

Slow down Jo Anybody ever tell you that you move too fast? Anybody ever tell you how to make a good thing last? 'Cause it ainâ??t like that First you gotta slow down Jo. Last night I was talking to some friends of mine. A.J.â??s afraid youâ??re gonna

In a dark and lonely corner, all the time in Dark-side inn Sits a local barstool warrior, talking to his gin Treating past decisions, he motions for a shot Is he doomed to be a man this world forgot? Just a prisoner of the monster on his back Call it bad