Hey Hey roman nose
Romantic as iron
Do you still hate yourself
There's a fire in your home
And the only thing you saved
Was outside anyway
No more distractions
No more milk to lend
Is there a bird worth saving?
If they just fly further from you
And then I think about that war
And how I could've been there
Just like my father was (age 19)
But he got through and pa**ed on love
But how is mine?
Not making time
No more destractions
Maybe an ear
Or maybe
One good year
One good year