The crows came in
To watch us die
Pretending to be friends of mine
And I don't think I like them anymore
The clock goes off
It's close to 8
I'm waking up alone today
And I don't think I like this anymore
She said, "Baby, you know
Our seams are starting to show (?)
But if you wash your hands of me
Things will never be the way they're supposed to be."
So we drove off, to New Orleans
To paint their wreck with the songs we'd sing
For nothing more than payment with a smile
And the clock goes off
It's close to 8
And she's waking up alone today
And I don't think she likes me anymore
And I said, "Baby, you know
You shoulda walked out long ago
But if you wash your hands of me
Well things will never be the way they're supposed to be."
And I said, "Baby you know
The seams are starting to show
But if you wash your hands of me
Things will never be the way
No, they'll never be the way
Oh, they'll never be the way they're supposed to be."
