Fairweather

Will you still call me a year there after?
Share in the same cynical laughter?
At the thought of fence riding in fair weather. (you)…
Will you be the judge who judges all the judges & hold a grudge like there was
something between us?
Well I guess you’ll never see it through…
So tell me that you hate me and you never really needed me
You’ll find those long nights somewhere else
So tell me that you love me and you’ll never ever leave me
Because you can’t do this by yourself
MAKE UP YOUR MIND
MAKE UP MY MIND…
Throw the sailor over board and let my body wash ashore because every word that
passes those lips is another night spent on a sinking ship
How does this become about you?
A single shot from a twenty-two is all that you would hear, baby blue…