But no flame burns forever, oh no You and I both know this all too well And most don't even last the night One last time Just one last time With the twilight No they don't, they say they don't Without holding back my mind Oh babe, meet me in Tompkins

Conversations with my thirteen year old self Until we meet again I wish you well You're the girl I used to be Little girl You're angry I know this The world couldn't care less You're lonely

John, Christine is still with us Christine is dead, Laura Of course, of course, I know but, you know the two ladies in the restaurant? Well, they were watching us while we were eating. They kept staring at us, they told me this because they could see

That you like somebody Wanna hold somebody Why can't we keep it on the sweet side See how it feels to take a slow ride Well, you know how it goes When you meet somebody But you just can't stand To think about somebody

With those Angry Eyes with those Angry Eyes Well, I bet you wish you could cut me down What a shot you could be if you could shoot at me Time, time and again I see you staring down at me Now, then and again I wonder what it is that you see You want to

I don't need your love Your time is up, I'll tell you why You say you're sorry But it's too late now So save it, get gone, shut up 'Cause if you think I care about you now Well, boy, I don't give a fuck So I cut you off 'Cause I already cried enough

All the world know what I'm saying The world know fine well Get your bearing, know your time Don't you worry, weather's fine Get together, work it out Simplicity is what it's about

You saying all the right shit Well girl I like it I'm going to make this night romantic It's yo shit (ooh baby) Come on and take advantage of it (it's yo shit) It's yo shit, it's yo shit I'm gonna like you baby And I know what you've been dreaming about

What have we become? A farewell to arms I'll wave this flag of white So the avenged see the light We'll pay for closed eyes Before genocide Can you hear the cries? Nowhere the children run to hide Crimson rivers flow down hills, atone our ills

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And