Harrison Whitford
Harrison Whitford
Harrison Whitford
Harrison Whitford
Harrison Whitford
Harrison Whitford
Harrison Whitford
Harrison Whitford
Harrison Whitford
I called a man to solve my troubles
It was a private enterprise
And now I'm staring at my double
With a toothache and a smile
It'll be a while before I calm down
With a will of a whisper, I'll scream and shout
I want something better, but I don't want out
I cleared my schedule for a lifetime
I made room to fit you in
But then I walked up to stop sign
And watched you cross the street alone
And now my conversations break down
To how it's different without you around
I want something easy, but I don't want out
God damn you, God damn me
God damn you, God damn me
God damn you, God damn me
God damn you, God damn me