Split the Country

It's going straight to my head: I think I'm falling in love again. Such simple miracles have happened Stopped my unraveling. Your fingers, built for the piano, Work out the knots that line my back. The stress I've stored since last December, But now,

The bricks get laid, And they get torn up, And laid again, But the bricks always get torn up again. Your friends won't wait, So don't believe that shit, When they say they'll wait. Trust me; your friends will not wait for you. Then you'll be stoned i

So there's hundreds of auburn Alabama acres, With rows of red roofs over warm farmer's daughters Who've got no intention of inviting me in. Space shines all above me so I settle myself under it. When I wake up, I'm back in my crowed city apartment, W