Tried and True (Alternate)

Like a cloud, his fingers explode On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows His heart's in a bowl behind the bank And every evening, when he gets home To make his supper and eat it alone His black shirt cries while his shoes get cold Tried and true, oooh oooh Tried and true, oooh oooh I guess I'm lucky to have you here In my kitchen in your chair Sometimes I forget that you're even thеre One summer, a suicidе Another autumn, a traveler's guide He hits snooze twice before he died And every evening, when he gets home To make his supper and eat it alone His black shirt cries while his shoes get cold Tried and true, woo oooh Tried and true, woo oooh Tried and true, oooh oooh Tried and true, oooh oooh