for You.

graduated class of 'ten
never tried to be classy then
broke all my guitar strings
trying to tune out on the din

spinning round in circles
need a ciggy for a headspin
smoking gives you cancer
only morals hold me back now.

baby hold me close tonight
pretend you care, i'll be alright
glassy eyes, pour us a glass of wine,
it'll bleed out on the floor
i'll hum along cos you're not in tune
whistle a song to change the mood
and now i ramble,
it's probably too soon.

gonna end this now 'fore I dig my grave
those pretty lights, they all did fade
please stutter me a simple tune
and i'll drive for miles to remember you.