Simple Life

I'll say it again

Why do I do this to myself?

It's hard to pretend

The feeling is mutual for my health

Over a "simple life" you'd call

And I know I didn't mean to fall again

A quarter 'till ten

I'm sitting there with me, myself, six strings

A mess of a bed

I'll write upon a story of many things

Over a "simple life" you'd call

And I know I didn't mean to fall again

So I'll leave

A place where the lights are never lit

And you'll be

Just another picture inside of it

And you'll call to make sure that I am not alone

Head on the wall

The insulation soaked with all my moans

So I'll leave

A place where the light is never lit

And you'll be

Just another picture inside of it

And you'll call

To make sure that I am not alone

Head on the wall

The insulation soaked with all my moans