i don't really

paint on the walls

and smoke on my collars

rings on my friends' left hands

dark are the days

understanding the ways

that i left town to reach your feelings

well i - i don't really know you anymore

telephone calls

pills in my wallet

rings on my friends' left hands

whiskey in glasses

poured out in ounces

while i was praying for clouds

well i - i don't really know you anymore

shirts holding moles to dirty clothes for laundry

and rings on my friends' left hands

money for gas

cigarettes for my cash

and receipts in my glovebox

too

well i - i don't really know you anymore

well i - i don't really know you anymore