If I Were Going - The Afghan Whigs

What should i tell her?

She’s going to ask

If i ignore it, it gets uncomfortable

She’ll want to argue about the past

Still i think she believes me

Every word i say

I think i’m starting to believe it all myself

Go ask the gentlemen who play it

But hate to pay

And it don’t bleed, and it don’t breathe

It’s locked its jaws