Willows

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