Twentyseven

One million miles away that's what you used to say Was were my head was at don't split your heart in two Sides to every coin careful where you're going What am I becoming count me out on three Ropes I'll have to choose people I will use Cities I will be cold enough Four seasons to the day keeping up the pain Pills to keep insane first drink after five Heading for the woods to small for my boots Did you see them kiss come by after six Strings to keep in tune crazy as a lune I should have stayed 27