Lyrics Hard Times for Heatherhead - Generationals

Hard times for heather-head
They cracking down on communal passwords
So I will go to my grave
With a price upon my head for all my days

Have I told you that I would
Perish if I never had met you
Don't leave me to my desolate ways
I'd perish if I ever forget to
Leave that life in those desolate ways

Got mixed up in the multiverse
Came back as a different person
So I will go to my grave
Without valid driver's license to my name
Disappear with the evidence (that doesn't wanna be there)
Talk on the phone to a distant person (and there's another lover)
And take that phone to your grave
With a chardonnay for good measure
To your grave

And have I told you that I would
Perish if I never had met you (please)
Don't leave me to my desolate ways (oh, I would)
I'd perish if I ever forget to
Leave that life in those desolate ways