Lyrics
Talkin' up the walls
Good thing they talk right back to me
Oh, if I could go and tear them down
I'd have some place to sleep
When that voice starts gettin' angry
I'll go ahead and roll my sleeves
I can't run from myself
But we can take this to the street
When you're 'round, 'round
And I'll resort to violence
One on one against my head
We'll go back and forth for hours
Just like willows in the wind
Pour us two drinks of Abita
Make up with my will
Let you walk me back to that feeling
That we know too damn well
When you were 'round, 'round
Oh, when you're 'round, 'round
Go send me with the breeze
Oh, my mind's still in that rut
I'm surrounded by my friends
But I can't count myself as one
Oh, you're walking through a dream
No, just hiding in my head
What would you do instead?
Offer up
My virtue
Stitch this shame into my cords
Oh, why would I ever need someone?
We're all terrified of loss
I go out and watch over
All that we could see
Well, I'm drunk on being sober
Life's been nice to me
When you're 'round, 'round
Oh, when you're 'round, 'round
Oh, when you're 'round, 'round
Oh, when you're 'round, 'round
