The Bend

Chilling the summer, … underground
Speaks through the music and drugs you found
Sleep her down on the list of things
She boogies on the out … within
She doesn’t like her friends
But tries to pretend that she knows the best of all
They don’t call her anymore, they don’t call her anymore
Please, won’t you save me from myself?
I don’t think I can do this all again
I’m so tired of getting on the bend
Drinks at the pop and select the thought
Stumbling home at the …
She works down for till she gets home
And in the morning when she wakes
Her eyes dim pitch and her heart does ache in
She knows something’s out of place
A … in the face, a … in the face
I don’t think I can do this all again
I’m so tired of getting on the bend
Please, won’t you save me from myself?
I don’t wanna do this all again
I’m so tired of getting on the bend
Everybody knows someone who’s come undone
Everybody knows somebody on the run
Everybody knows someone who’s come undone
Everybody knows somebody on the run
Everybody knows someone who’s come undone
Everybody knows somebody on the run
Everybody knows someone who’s come undone
Everybody knows somebody on the run
Everybody knows someone who’s come undone
Everybody knows somebody on the run
Everybody knows someone who’s come undone
Everybody knows somebody on the run.