Barf - Pulley
Why every time when something hurts someone
Always comes up and wants to make it worse
I'll never make the cover of a rolling stone
But at least i know my life's my own on
My back porch what it will mean
On my notes tell me what they'll mean
Splitting up the difference between one
And two doesn't make a difference between
Me and you what the signs they say the trucks
Are weaving back and forth on any day
But sunday at four o' clock
And the meter's running
Too late now put your quarter in and you know
You won't be found i know inside
That your're afraid of me i've become
All the things that i said i would be something
More than rehearsed the pain i feel contained
I look in the mirror and i saw someone else
