Six Years In The South Testo

Give me a sign that you're ok, a breath, a word, maybe I should just let you lie, in the dirt, oh my it's fitting to you and I trusted, every word you said and I let you, get into my head, you might be swept away, with the garbage here in my way,
and at your every beck and call, I'll blackout the numbers, you drove me up the walls, now it's your turn to suffer..

You were a falling star I wished upon, sometime ago, in the six years you've been here, I just haven't been myself, and we've seen day and night, pass before our eyes and turn into city lights, small towns were made for nights like these.

I tried to get you to see eye to eye with me, but it seems that you'd rather be, fucked up and strung out on the last guy you kissed, just add one more name to the list and you chew it up and spit it out, cause thats what your lifes about, your recycable friends....they come in waves then retreat again...