and on a day filled with rain or shine, is when i'll stumbled on,
and i admit i'll try to walk on by, these bitter tastes aren't gone,
and i'd break away, ignore everything, to color this shade of blue,
and i'll take one last breath, and see what's left, once I am through,
on a day filled with rain or shine, is when i'll peek inside,
and that door is cracked, to where you're at, but I can't confide,
maybe turn my head, and spit you out again,
cause i can't bear a thing, may have wondered where i've been,
been burying this axe, in a shallow shallow grave,
keeps up a rising just to haunt me,
been thinking with my cap, got my gears moving,
but this locks been long changed, this knob ain't turning,
you're balled up on the couch, that's where you ought to be,
and i'll be in the stairwell, clenching my teeth,
... and its so, so bad, just a short ride home,
it's so, so bad, it seems so long now,
and its so, too bad, just short ride home,
so, so bad, seems so long now ...
