Hard Times for Heatherhead

Hard times for Heatherhead

They're cracking down on communal passwords

So I will go to my grave

With a price upon my head for all my days

And have I told you that I would

Perish if I never had met you?

Don't leave me to my desolate ways

I'd perish if I ever forget to

Leave that life in those desolate days

Got mixed up in the multiverse

Came back as a different person

So I will go to my grave

Without valid driver's license to my name

Disappear with the evidence (It was an honor to be here)

Talk on the phone to a distant person (It doesn't matter, whatever)

And take that phone to your grave

With a chardonnay for good measure to your grave

And have I told you that I would

Perish if I never had met you?

Please don't leave me to my desolate ways (Desolate ways)

I'd perish if I ever forget to

Leave that life in those desolate days