After I ate I went outside to catch my air,
And to walk off my drink.
And I rolled tobacco,
And watched as the smoke floated magically like you left me.
Oh I made a firm fist,
And, pissed, thought it brilliant to throw my hand into the door.
I knew I would have to admit that I was wrong.
I decided to not talk no more.
Anna, no.
What an embarrassing way to go.
Anna, no.
What an embarrassing way to go.
If you wrote a list of the times I considered to swim in my heavenly home.
And God and His angels are all under water,
And callin' my name once for all.
Oh, and I had this hat that I lost in September,
I miss you less than that, you know.
Oh how can a man seek revenge on a woman he wants to believe has no soul,
No home.
Anna, no.
What an embarrassing way to go.
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