Typical me in the nosebleeds Late to my own funeral Down, down in front A childhood flash in front of me No matter how hard you try You just can't fix what isn't there I'll never love you like a father But i'll love you like a friend
I'll learn to love you if it kills me
Taught to run And die alone Left you wasted by the phone You sure made men out of us
Typical me in the palm trees Got no time for anyone Call, call your son And break your heart with the message tone A heavy hand makes the man I know you knew no different I can hate you for it But I can't help the distance