Jimmy

There are many sides to James Maybe leave him be today And if you're back again you'll see He'll light the room up then We so rarely know these days What makes or breaks a day for James Collecting all his dollar bills He's headed out to buy the pills Pills are on the counter Blood is on the bed Jimmy can't remember Anything he did We don't really blame him Because he never really knew We don't really blame him There are many sides to James Now we're driving to his place Trading memories A brother, lover, sister and a melody James could be a charmer James could be a wallflower Waxing on poetic Or hiding in the attic We never really questioned him Because we never really knew We never really questioned him Every morning he would kiss my face Hold me like a child, like a tortured saint Bring me flowers just to watch them die Wilting on the table just to pass the time I was told I was his only man, no one could know In the evening when the shadows turn Milking out the misery and then we'd burn Caught him crying in the car again Doing what he could just to lay his head "Take me somewhere where a man can die"