Fred Thomas
Fred Thomas
Fred Thomas
Fred Thomas
Fred Thomas
Fred Thomas
Fred Thomas
Fred Thomas
Fred Thomas
Fred Thomas
Fred Thomas
After all these accidents
You would think we'd start to see the trend
But it's hard to think in an ambulance
No one likes to yell at their best friend
Sirens keep us one phone call away
And now the bar down the street from your old house
Has become a gallery of strangers
And their gossiping mouths
And from where you live now
I somehow doubt you'd believe the way
All these new truths start to sound
You never kept a diary
So you might not remember mе by now
It's only disappointing memory
That keeps me feeling angry
When I see thе things you're so happy about
It must be nice to have new skies in your eyes
And I want you to have all those things so sweet
Security in the passenger seat
Fresh flowers and letters
And mixtapes to replace ones
I made your tape deck would eat
You start to feel like giving up
Once there's nothing left to give away
You're left sitting thinking up images
Of puzzled looks on faces
Of the children you were supposed to have someday
And your heart isn't broken, it's just been re-cleansed
And love becomes a place
A house where you used to stay
The shape of the way
You felt safe in the space
That it makes once it goes away
After All These Accidents was written by Fred Thomas.
Fred Thomas released After All These Accidents on Thu May 01 2003.