Raise the Dead
Well I'm taking myself out of it
For good this time
I can't stand the thought of it
And it's always on my mind
And we could've found a better way
And that always seems to be
And I realized it's not about you
It's about me
And the telephone is ringing
It's a not identified call
I figured I should answer it
It's just no use hiding at all
Who's there? It's your only friend
The one you've left in the dust
Oh, I don't know what you're talking about
Talking about
You used to call most every day
Now you won't recognize my voice
You asked for things in urgency
Giving me little choice
Remember when she died
Then you were right, it was my fault
Oh, how could you think I could raise the dead?
Raise the dead
Hey, I don't have to listen to your bullshit anymore
You see the truth of the matter is
You were never there
And we could've found a better way
And that always seems to be
And I realized it's not about you
It's about me
Autor(es): Murray Lightburn
