My Second Funeral - Messgram

Close the window so your breath won't get in Drunken breath from this broken bottle Shattered window from the factory where we Used to throw rocks at, Used to throw, used to throw rocks at Camera flashed many times in the streets before breakfast Most of your friends I still wish I had messed with Wish I could back to when I knew you better than I knew myself And I'll hold your hand, let you think I still care (This is my escape) You were a part of yesterday and never tomorrow (My mistake) Bags are packed it's over now I'll say goodbye from Jersey Gas light says I'm empty but I'm glad I'm far away from you right now Is it time to walk away? My Getwaway I shoulda know the difference paranoia and doubt Like when I saw you over his house when you said you were out When you didn't come home at night for over two weeks How come I never realized why you kept changing the sheets The boot prints on the carpet said appeared like magic And the one day I didn't notice you wearing his jacket When you said everything you did wasn't really that tragic Made me almost lose it, I almost lost it And I'll hold your hand, let you think I still care (This is my escape) You were a part of yesterday and never tomorrow (My mistake) Bags are packed it's over now I'll say goodbye from Jersey Gas light says I'm empty but I'm glad I'm far away from you right now Is it time to walk away? My Getwaway And I'll hold your hand, let you think I still care (This is my escape) You were a part of yesterday and never tomorrow (My mistake) Bags are packed it's over now I'll say goodbye from Jersey Gas light says I'm empty but I'm glad I'm far away from you right now Is it time to walk away? My Getwaway

There's a honky tonk on the edge of town I used to call my second home It's a place I'd go just to get away When I wanted to be alone Well early one morning had a fight With my darling that went from bad to worse It ended when she said, "Your second home Just became your first" Now the jukebox is my alarm clock I wake up in a corner booth I don't have a tab don't need no cab 'Cause the dance floor's my living room Well I might die from a broken heart But I'll never die of thirst Now that my second home Has become my first Well I don't have to pay no mortgage I don't have to mow no lawn A lot of friends come see me Some stay till the break of dawn I can paint the town without leaving the house I can feel good till it hurts Now that my home sweet second home Just became my first Now the jukebox is my alarm clock I wake up in a corner booth I don't have a tab don't need no cab 'Cause the dance floor's my living room Well I might die from a broken heart But I'll never die of thirst Now that my second home Has become my first Lord now that my second home Has become my first