No cleaning any side of your roof downSave the bottle that I saw last weekSeptember, October, November rainIn the way I get a shot of my ownYou were sworn and we had this conversation yesterdayThrowing in some black notesAnd your name is trueLet me be, let me beTo be alone in my chosen alivenessCan't you see, can't you seeThis is a voluntary confinementIf the roads were my walls, nobody would beBut this rain will never get that wishThat I might just find some *** peace and quietLet me be, let me beTo be alone in my chosen alivenessCan't you see, can't you seeThis is a voluntary confinementSuck me inYou're the language, coffee's breadYou're the language, coffee's breadYou're the language, coffee's breadI'll be my danger this dayThe road don't think I'm rivaledAnd I can see what is rightI pray that I need every nightJust to find some releaseDon't need somebodyAnd I don't need you tooHeyHeyBefore IBefore I shootBefore I shootHa ha ha ha haHa ha ha ha haHa ha ha ha haHa ha ha ha haHa ha ha ha haHa ha ha ha haHa ha ha ha haHa ha ha ha haHa ha ha ha haHa ha ha ha haHa ha ha ha