Don’t have to hide it anymore
Our death by misadventure
The note you left me on the door
Said ‘go away, I’m sleeping’
And so I leave, but I believe
Yhat you’ve been entertaining someone else
So I do what I think I’m supposed to
And I entertain myself

Don’t have to bother anymore
Our death by misadventure
The scribbled pages on the floor
All full of hope and sadness
Someday we could write a book
That tells of all the
Stupid things we’ve done
And when we do, you know that
We won’t get away without offending some

Don’t have to worry anymore
Our death by misadventure
The note you left me on the door
Said ‘come on in, it’s open’
And when I do, the smell of you
In lavendar comes at me like a truck
You know it never ever
Lasts quite long enough
And that is just my luck

I can’t forget your memory
I can’t forget your face
Now the kudzu covers all the trees
And creeps up on the Queen Anne’s Lace
I’m tangled in the vines that hold me up
But I’m not exactly stuck
In the end you know that we won’t get away
And that is just my luck