Graves

Oh, my golden state, state of mind
Faded to gray
And as I ran away I knew what to say
My rabid need for confidence has left me frothing at the mouth
So I spat out: Someone help me
And felt sorry for myself
But I'll just go
And watch the cars pass by my window
I think I'm apathetic, or just flat out pathetic
You would know

When I get cold, I'll think of home

Say what you want, say what you need
My head is a cave, where I've been digging graves
For you and me

Oh, my back and forth coming thoughts
Shook the words right through my teeth
Where I turned black and blue
Looking at you
I just keep thinking that I'm golden, that this will make sense when I'm old
But each and every step I take leads me further from the door

When I get cold, I'll think of home

Say what you want, say what you need
My head is a cave, where I've been digging graves
For you and me

Oh, I've got the West Coast blues
Each and every day, I just think of you
Startled by my slight of hand, and how it never fails to come back in the end
I know I'll end up somewhere in between here and my home
And all I ever hear from you, is will it be soon

Say what you want, say what you need
My head is a cave, where I've been digging graves
For you and me

Say what you want, say what you need
My head is a cave, where I've been digging graves
For you and me