| Don’t you go leaving me
|
| You still got a life to go
|
| Sunken eyed, hollow
|
| Teary eyes, pretty bones
|
| I could never run from it
|
| You know how it feels to be
|
| Tired from the weight of it
|
| Wake up and you don’t feel home
|
| Say you need to rest but go
|
| Snort a line a little bit
|
| Then you think you own the world
|
| But you can’t control your fit
|
| I don’t know how to tell you
|
| I don’t know how to tell you
|
| You tell me
|
| Don’t you go leaving me
|
| You still got a life to go
|
| Sunken eyed, hollow
|
| Teary eyes, pretty bones
|
| I could never run from it
|
| You know how it feels to be
|
| Tired from the weight of it
|
| Wake up and you don’t feel home
|
| Say you need to rest but go
|
| Snort a line a little bit
|
| Then you think you own the world
|
| But you can’t control your fit
|
| I don’t know how to tell
|
| Don’t you go leaving me
|
| Don’t you go leaving me
|
| Don’t you go leaving me
|
| Don’t you go leaving me
|
| Don’t you go leaving me
|
| Don’t you go leaving me
|
| Don’t you go leaving me
|
| Don’t you go leaving me
|
| Don’t you go leaving me
|
| You still got a life to go
|
| Sunken eyed, hollow
|
| Teary eyes, pretty bones
|
| I could never run from it
|
| You know how it feels to be
|
| Tired from the weight of it
|
| Wake up and you don’t feel home |