Lyrics 42 - Bad Books

When you were another man inside another home
Do you adapt to the walls?
Do you adapt to the walls?
I found the newspaper thumbin′ my hands through
Doing another dance, doing what I could
When I don't, you gotta leave me alone
And I wondered if you still lived at home
Yeah, I wondered if you still lived at home
What do you think you′d have done
Without a colder beer
A fresh pack of zigs and zags
Lighting another fag
I was hungover and you would come hang over
I was hungover and you would come hang over
And stop a biblical fire
You and your dad, what a tragic mishap
When a man loves drink more than blood
And I pace my room for an hour or two every day since 2001
And I think that I talk too much