My Morning Jacket
My Morning Jacket
My Morning Jacket
My Morning Jacket
My Morning Jacket
My Morning Jacket
My Morning Jacket
My Morning Jacket
My Morning Jacket
My Morning Jacket
My Morning Jacket
My Morning Jacket
My Morning Jacket
Some say, death is the easy way and I think they're right
Because nights tick, by like a long week except when you stop by
And I know that trying gets nothing done and I see you're about dry
Because nothing gets you high, you're poor the day you die
And alcohol it only makes you tired
But seeing you feels good, and its always understood
That anything much sweeter would make me die