Lyrics

[Verse] When the coffee cools a bit I'll slip away for good I'm no good at talking to the dead I've forgotten everything you said I don't think I've ever even dreamt about living [Verse] In my hour song I'll sing along to someone else I'm the best at being all I hated Seeing all I wasted Jesus cannot take me for a ride [Verse] I'm alone inside a hole You never know was there Let's pretend it's filled with all the things A carnival can't pin I've never еven been to Spain [Verse] In my hour of song I'll play a guitar made of poems You don't know 'еm They really ain't that great And I like exaggerating And I'm not even aching a bit [Verse] In my hour of song I'll tell a lie I don't know why I must lie to you