I don't plan anything
I'm trying to come
home thoughts of
you are always on
my mind a runaway
from problems my
excuse when i am there
you roll over once
again I'm gone I'm old
it's plain to see this
life of tragedy save
it for later that's
fucked we always said
what will that do for us
what will that do for us
what will that do for us now
I tried to paint a picture
of the time that we
once shared you never
seemed to be so concerned
The story goes like
this you say I'm
almost never
there independence
is what you want
an arm to hold on
someone to sleep next
to in the night rolling
over once again I'm
gone look through the
backlog and index of
thoughts this time
it won't get to me
what will that do for us
what will that do for us
what will that do for us now
I tried to paint a picture
of the time that we
once shared you never
seemed to be so concerned
science of love carry
hanging on and on
And I don't care
anything you'll
never come at all
And Thoughts see you
were on my mind
You will never know
What will you do for us