Hard times for Heatherhead
They’re cracking down on communal passwords
So I will go to my grave with a price upon my head
For all my days
But have I told you that I would
Perish if I never had met you
Don’t leave me to my desolate ways
I’d perish if I ever forget to
Leave that life in those desolate days
Got mixed up in the multiverse
Came back as a different person
So I will go to my grave
Without valid driver’s license to my name
Disappеar with the evidencе
Talk on the phone to a distant person
And take that phone to your grave
With a chardonnay for good measure
To your grave
And have I told you that I would
Perish if I never had met you
Don’t leave me to my desolate ways
I’d perish if I ever forget to
Leave that life in those desolate days