Tried and True (Alternate)

Like a cloud, his fingers explode
On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows
His heart’s in a bowl behind the bank
And every evening, when he gets home
To make his supper and eat it alone
His black shirt cries while his shoes get cold
Tried and true, oooh oooh
Tried and true, oooh oooh
I guess I’m lucky to have you here
In my kitchen in your chair
Sometimes I forget that you’re even thre
One summer, a suicid
Another autumn, a traveler’s guide
He hits snooze twice before he died
And every evening, when he gets home
To make his supper and eat it alone
His black shirt cries while his shoes get cold
Tried and true, woo oooh
Tried and true, woo oooh
Tried and true, oooh oooh
Tried and true, oooh oooh