I saw Amy there, with her dumb hair
Sitting there
With out a care
I always tried to imagine her smarter, stronger… a moon light on her skin
And I walked over and kissed her
And I don’t even try
I mean, I don’t think about these things until it happens to me
And I am sure Amy doesn’t think about me, or what has happened until it has
Happened
We just want it to happen
And baby I am sorry
But at least you want a boyfriend
A man
That does the things that I do
A man
That runs back to the computer
Sucks down a fosters
And locks one in for the working man
Baby you want me, just like Amy, just like Amber, just like Andy
Can you see it?
Can you see my weight?
I don’t even try, I just kill myself
And I want you
You
To understand my
Horse prints, my tracks
Like some dumb Indian scout
I don’t want you to try
I don’t
Just understand
This sweaty horse that Pat Garrett is dragging me across the land on
A hallucination of a life I could have
A love affaire
In your pants
Your fingers
Dumb
In my hair
Telling me it is gonna be alright
And I don’t even have to try
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