These Days Paroles

spell your name through the breaths
tell the rest there's no chance
if i touch you, you won't get away

oh he's a whiz that kid he's gonna make us rich
oh i don't know why i'm telling you all of this
maybe it's the drink, well you know it's poison in my veins
but it substitutes quite nicely, these days

i died and was laid
on a sunday, they put roses around my grave

you said that you cried
well i was there girl you lied
i tried to touch you, you didn't feel a thing
now i haunt your head, just like you haunted my bed
i tried to touch you, you just called it a migrane

oh he's a whiz that kid he's gonna make us rich
oh i don't know why i'm telling you all of this anybody else is just a waste of time
i told you, well i told you son
it's one and your done