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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brett Auerbach
Brett Auerbach
Songwriter

Lyrics

As I sit at the edge of her hospital bed
Your hand on my shoulder you said
That it's time for us to move on
Well I sit and the edge of the bar room alone
I drink until they shout last call
And I shell out my last dollar owned
Well my car parked at the bar it don't run
But it makes for a short walk home
When you've binged the evening alone
But the one secret I hid
Is the only thing her diary read
Is that our only shared friend
Never got the help that he needs
Oh that he needs
Well I took the last garbage bag to the curb
She didn't have much that was worth
A penny to needing hands
Well we ate at the greasiest spoon in town
We pushed all those feelings deep down
And gained sense of what life commands
But the one secret I hid
Is the only thing her diary read
Is that our only shared friend
Never got the help that he needs
Oh that he needs
Oh that he needs
Written by: Brett Auerbach
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