@migu music@

I lived in the country where the dead wood aches

In a house made of stone and a thousand mistakes

Where the glory of morning got crushed by the burden of day

I went down to the seaside and it was light and easy

But it was salt in my wounds man I won't ever be free

Though alone on a beach getting drunk ain't a bad way to be

But I don't ever want to change

It would all be so much easier if you didn't have to change

I ran a store for six months

Took a match one night

Left concern impaled on a receipt spike

And all hope petering on a leaky roof

And an electric heater up in the back of the room

Well the assessor came came early to walk the ashes

Showing high spirits wouldn't help my chances

I got the money in a week and for a while there everything was fine

See your doctor take the cure and then you got it made

But the vertigo is telling me to stay away

In two weeks flat I seen the Zoloft put my baby in the grave

I don't ever want to change

I don't ever want to change

I know my limits well

Seems they're never that far away