Things were great until
that misplaced emoticon.
So much for language.
Now you’re tellin’ me my heart’s sick. And I’m tellin’ you I know. And you’re tellin’ me you’re leaving. And I’m telling you to go.
And I’m no doctor, but that monkey might be right.
Two old guitars, like a shovel and a rope
And sometime’s when you’re on, you’re really f**kin’ on.