Six a.m. day after Christmas I throw some clothes on in the dark The smell of cold Car seat is freezing The world is sleeping I am numb
Up the stairs to her apartment She is balled up on the couch Her mom and dad went down to Charlotte They're not home to find us out
And we drive Now that I have found someone I'm feeling more alone Than I ever have before
She's a brick and I'm drownin' slowly Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere She's a brick and I'm drownin' slowly
They call her name at seven-thirty I pace around the parking lot And I walk down to buy her flowers And sell some gifts that I got
Can't you see It's not me you're dying for Now she's feeling more alone Then she ever has before
She's a brick and I'm drownin' slowly Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere She's a brick and I'm drownin' slowly
As weeks went by It showed that she was not fine They told me, "Son it's time to tell the truth," and She broke down and I broke down Cause I was tired of lying
Driving back to her apartment For the moment we're alone Yeah she's alone And I'm alone Now I know it
She's a brick and I'm drownin' slowly Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere She's a brick and I'm drownin' slowly
They call her name at seven-thirty I pace around the parking lot And I walk down to buy her flowers And sell some gifts that I got
Can't you see It's not me you're dying for Now she's feeling more alone Then she ever has before
. . .
As weeks went by It showed that she was not fine They told me, "Son it's time to tell the truth," and She broke down and I broke down Cause I was tired of lying
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