Alphabet On The Manhole - Carissa's Wierd

Its cos your out of sight

Shit, this makes no sense

She wants to tell me real bad

She drove her home

Though you’ll never know

You’ll never know

She wants an explanation

She wants to tell you that

Didn’t know what had made me run for

Dont think there is one

She wants an explanation

She wants to know what went wrong

Didn’t know what had made me run for

Really dont think there is one

She wants an explanation

Didn’t know what had made me run for

She wants an explanation

Wonder if i’ll try to remember

I hope this makes you cry

I hope this makes you sad

This whiskey’s just as dry as i am

She’d look more beautiful if she’d cried

I just want to lie down

How would i know she would break down

If i get a map and follow down

And alphabet written on the manhole

Smiling there it means i finally

Hold you head high

Slip into the mood of our lie

I finally hold your head high

So we’ll just give up

And we’ll keep on going over

Learn to keep your mouth shut

Regret if we find the enemy hands

Never fights with me

But all these ghosts never leave me alone

Give everyone a call

Tell them we hope to see them soon

Give everyone who’s dead a call

Tell them you think you’ll be home soon

Try not to sleep and scare these self affirming notions

Try not to think and scare these self affirming thoughts

Try not to sleep and scare these self affirming notions

Try not to think and scare these self affirming thoughts

Try not to sleep and scare these self affirming notions

Try not to think and scare these self affirming thoughts

Try not to sleep and scare these self affirming notions

Try not to think and scare these self affirming thoughts

Try not to sleep and scare these self affirming notions

Try not to think and scare these self affirming thoughts

Try not to sleep and scare these self affirming notions

Try not to think and scare these self

Heather Rhodes — Reprise

There will be no tragedies

Your lullabies, they’re all sounding like sirens now

Just like Heather Rhodes when she was 17 years old

Put another cigarette out in the square of my back

Memories might last for years

And birthday cakes, they always taste like crap

This isn’t an insult to your intelligence

We both already know how you feel about that

This isn’t an invite, this isn’t anything at all

Except for the fact that you’re here and I’m gone

Saw someone today who looked exactly like you

It’s funny how the years go by

Saw someone today who looked exactly like you

It’s funny how the years go by