Cut into the soil Just like a soul A coffin of aged meat Reminds me I don't fly too good anymore She goes Down to the soil And sets her hand on fire To prove she don't feel for me I wait for dignity To tell me that she is wrong She is wrong If she is wrong, I am not what is wrong here Somewhere I forget where Supposedly I am somebody's best friend So I wait at home Gaging the backlash Heart struck, I stumble A cemetery two step and think of the gravestone Here lies a solitary note from an angel That said this would work out Just like a dream A fine sweeping motion That carries me to sleep at night Somewhere I forget where Supposedly I am somebody's best friend No final pretensions No honorable mentions I drink my way to sleep Dream and dream and dream and dream and dream Dream and dream and I wanna wake up in my own bed again I wanna wake up in my own bed again I wanna wake up in my own bed again Somewhere I forget where Supposedly I am somebody's best friend
Cut into the soil Just like a soul A coffin of aged meat Reminds me I don't fly too good anymore She goes Down to the soil And sets her hand on fire To prove she don't feel for me I wait for dignity To tell me that she is wrong She is wrong If she is wrong, I am not what is wrong here Somewhere I forget where Supposedly I am somebody's best friend So I wait at home Gaging the backlash Heart struck, I stumble A cemetery two step and think of the gravestone Here lies a solitary note from an angel That said this would work out Just like a dream A fine sweeping motion That carries me to sleep at night Somewhere I forget where Supposedly I am somebody's best friend No final pretensions No honorable mentions I drink my way to sleep Dream and dream and dream and dream and dream Dream and dream and I wanna wake up in my own bed again I wanna wake up in my own bed again I wanna wake up in my own bed again Somewhere I forget where Supposedly I am somebody's best friend