All my love exists to make me alone It's like some kind of violence and it's killing me slowly All my memories reflect in the void They've got nothing to do, just sitting on the sofa
Henry Charles Bukowski was drinking too much when he sits down to write he uses his typewriter I never met him but I think I can be his friend There's a movie in my head 'bout my life And I've edited out all the parts that I don't like
When I walk I look up through A window where somebody lives There's a bar I used to go to Hope it's the same
Shoulders with that small tattoo Water that I bought for you The bench that we'd sit at and smoke
Misty things are all around me Misty dreams are all around me
My father Scott told me he thought he would die before 30 and one day he woke up and he was 60 I only see him once in a year Oh I guess I have to change how I live But I don't wanna accept it Don't wanna accept it
Right next to the bakery In the middle of the hill road's my home I can see when the sun comes up through my room The glasses that you'd wear at home Your favorite box of cereal I see your keys on the floor
Misty things are all around me Tokyo's a place that's just like you and me
Misty dreams are all around me Misty things are all around me
