I hope when I’m gone, someone will

think of me

When the rivers dry up

And beginners give up

I miss the smell of your breath after

one or two beers

Those sappy notes clipped on a guitar,

oh that you hear, now that you’re here

We could dance-

you and I-

until the floorboards cracked

I said I’d love you til the groom came back

But we’re wasted and we’re washed

only to love when we aren’t watched

This is the life of sneaky house mice

This is the life of wrong done right

Would you remember me

if I smiled a bit more

if my hair was jet black

would you try to love me a bit more

I’m doing fine now

in a well, I’m not dead yet

but might as well

The truth is I’ve been okay

Living without being wanted,

I imagine you, high, happy and haunted

Don’t leave me here

Living without being wanted,

I imagine you, high, happy and haunted.