I quit, I give up, nothing’s good enough for anybody else
it seems
and I quit, I give up, nothing’s good enough for anybody else
it seems
And being alone is the best way to be
when I’m by myself it’s the best way to be
When I’m all alone it’s the best way to be
When I’m by myself, nobody else can say goodbye
Everything is temporary anyway
when the streets are wet, the colors slip into the sky…
By Eddie Brickell