Gone

CHORUS -	All this time, you hide from me
		All this time of infamy
		All this time so slippery
			Is gone

Time passes quickly when you sweat each moment out.
Teeth numbing chill to keep those old feelings hold up tight
Each ringing alley shout rips off another piece of you 
Each drinking bottle drained of life confirms you were so right

How could you be so sure that I would clean up your mess?
A photo -opportunity with grandma and her dying pets.
With every laundry load I'm slowly getting over you.
Don't expect to see a clever Christmas card this lonely year.

The glass unfolds so softly in my small wet hands
Drawing paint flowing red like petals summer rose.
The sun falls in my eyes too late to make them try to see
Eyelids close, cornfield rows, heaven knows, a quiet doze.

Dsus7, D7

Am Am/G Am/F# Am/F# copyright Joe Johnston