253

I watched her smile

Dissolve like Alka Seltzer

And in all honesty

Man, I wish I could have helped her

But the words I spoke

Fell leaden to the ground

Hitting that carpet

With a muffled clanging sound

I remember sitting later on the 253

Trying not to cry

But the crime's on me

Sick to my stomach

Feel so guilty

But I can't change the fact that

She had nothing that I needed

So over years the love receded

A bit like her old man's hairline

.. And mine

And at first,

She was all that I could see

'Til other girls appeared in my periphery

And we lost something,

Or so it seems

Fading like her favorite jeans

I can't read her face

Listen in an unknown language

I just hold her pretty hand

'Cause that's about all I can manage

I wish you wouldn't look at me that way

Knowing I'm a selfish bastard

She'll be thanking me one day

And maybe we can even laugh at this after

I remember sitting later on the 253

Trying not to cry

But the crimes on me

Sick to my stomach

Feel so guilty

But I can't change the fact that

She had nothing that I needed

So over years the love receded

A bit like her old man's hairline

.. And mine

And at first,

She was all that I could see

'Til other girls appeared in my periphery

And we lost something,

Or so it seems

Fading like her favorite jeans

No, no, no, no promises

No, no, no, no promises

No, no, no, no promises

No promises

No promises

And this is the final curtain call

As in and out of love we fall

And it's toO late to change that

Oh, it's too late to explain

That..

She had nothing that I needed

So over years the love receded

A bit like her old man's hairline

.. And mine

And at first,

She was all that I could see

'Til other girls appeared in my periphery

And we lost something,

Or so it seems

Fading like her favorite jeans

She had nothing that I needed

So over years the love receded

A bit like her old man's hairline

.. And mine

And at first,

She was all that I could see

'Til other girls appeared in my periphery

And we lost something,

Or so it seems

Fading like her favorite jeans

No, no, no, no promises

No, no, no, no promises

No, no, no, no promises

No promises

No promises

No, no, no, no promises

No, no, no, no promises

No, no, no, no promises

No promises

No promises