Tomorrow, I play a show I agreed to play
There's no backing away though
I love you, but why you never wanna dance?
Don't you wanna get down with us?
I forget the day I gave up
A slice of thigh immaculate
Everywhere I go, a silhouette
Of myself is left behind
I'm at home
There's no Joejoe
Is it really home?
Or is heaven though?
It's not how I'd always pictured it
You'd hold my hand and that's the end of it
Don't you wanna help me
Bring this thing about?
I've hardly got anyone left
And I don't want to play my set
Even if you could catch it
What would we talk about?
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
