Hard Times for Heatherhead

Hard times for heather-head They cracking down on communal passwords So I will go to my grave With a price upon my head for all my days 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 ways 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 (that doesn't wanna be there) Talk on the phone to a distant person (and there's another lover) 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 (oh, I would) I'd perish if I ever forget to Leave that life in those desolate ways