Lyrics: Jamison Sean Dewlen
Music: Jamison Sean Dewlen
When I was only 17
I took a can of gasoline
And poured it out in between
All this pain and suffering
When I was only twenty-three
I made a portrait of you and me
I saw the world through tunnel vision
Utopian disposition
I left you a note last night
You don't even recognize my mind
I tried getting a little high
You came home to a roped rafter tie
There's a party outside my room
Windows glazed with the morning dew
You couldn't wait a little bit longer
Five year grave all through summer
Communion at the crack of dawn
Beneath the sheets I feel no wrong
I'm hardly a pragmatic man
Metaphysical demand
I left you a note last night
You don't even recognize my mind
I tried getting a little high
You came home to a roped rafter tie
And I could kick the chair right here
I won't go down 'cause I know you're near