I've been in denial for a while now ;
But i'm coming around
I've been blowing in a weird wind ;
Wayward as a Greyhound
You took my grief with a grain of salt ;
It was difficult, it was all my fault
A long distance phone call from Philadelphia,
I was drunk and i needed to talk
But once i had your attention,
there's so much i meant to mention
There's some things that i have come to understand
You were dry land, i was a drowning man
They say the safest place is a basement in a storm
Well darling during downpours, you were my cellar door
Well, i half-assed ;
I gift-wrapped a piece of shit
I was the bearer of bad news ;
Your worst birthday present
That forlorn uniform you fold,
and your ice cold eyes rolled
There's something things that i have come to understand
You were dry land, i was a drowning man
They say the safest place is a basement in a storm
Well darling during downpours, i was so self-absorbed
And time will tell if the hand your dealt is worth a damn
There's no knowing in advance, and the one you held has lost it's grasp