Good Disaster

I can’t do this any better
I don’t have the right to try
I can’t get there any faster
Watch the hours go by
Weren’t you in Mississippi
Weren’t you rude to my friend
You could have covered for me
She paid to see your band
My mother never liked you
My brother felt the same
They all saw right through you
Before I knew you were lame
Run little one, away from what you started
Something will come of all tommorows parties
Oh all tommorows parties
We could have had so much… fun
Another good disaster
I love to fall apart
They tell me I’m the master
Of loving and losing heart