Paul

Oh, the last time I saw Paul I was horrible and almost let him in But I stopped and caught the wall And my mouth got dry, so all I did was Take him for a spin Yeah, we hopped inside my car And I drove in circles 'round the freight train yard And he turned the headlights off Then he pulled the bottle out And then he showed me what is love I'll be your morning bright good night shadow machine I'll be your record player baby if you know what I mean I'll be a real tough cookie with the whiskey breath I'll be a killer and a thriller and the 'cause of our death In the blossom of the months I was sure that I'd get driven off with thought So I swallowed all of it As I realized there was no one who could kiss away my shit I'll be your morning bright good night shadow machine I'll be your record player baby if you know what I mean I'll be a real tough cookie with the whiskey breath I'll be a killer and a thriller and the 'cause of our death Well Paul, I know you said That you'd take me any way I came or went But I'll push you from my brain See, you're gentle baby I couldn't stay, I'd only bring you pain I was your starry-eyed lover and the one that you saw I was your hurricane rider and the one that you'd call We were just two moonshiners on the cusp of a breath And I've been burning for you, baby, since the moment I left