Standard (EADGBE)
she kills, with foreign films, the emptiness of day to day
and i wait 'til the weekend comes
so i can clear this uselessness from my brain
i count the days 'til she arrives
those precious minutes when she is mine
as we walk from my front door to her car, we're so close and alone
but that will disappear in a room filled with the warmth
of others', of others' company
theres just too much company
theres just too much company
so i hide my wounded pride and stare off into the other cars
if i could just speak the words to tell her exactly how i feel
count the ways that i might say it
but i know that none of them will work because
she won't feel the same, we got this far
but i can't go through with it because the truth would hurt too much
it hurts too much, this hurts too much
she goes back to the west coast to drink in the sunshine
and i'll stay here in these dead plains and try to make a seed grow
and i would pray for rain if i thought that it would help