If all the things I loved and lost I miss you most. When I stare in the mirror, I feel your ghost. On the worst of days in subtle ways I feel ashamed
Open old wounds pour salt in it someone somewhere gives a shit the price i pay for sweet romance like i ever had a chance love somebody set them
Feels like I'm dying, pain never fades, Don't cry, don't pray, don't beg for my soul. That is the price I pay, today. There's no prescription Fight
Don't put gas in our van. Outcast Rouges, out here on the tolls. Miles from home broke broken down in the snow on the side of the road cast away
