Žodžiai dainai: The Casket Lottery. Leaving Town.

Every time we talk you bring it up,
and you get yourself down.
Every time you talk I want to rush over
and shut your mouth.
It's these little things lately
that sweep me off of my feet.
You knock me down for days
with these little things.
Every time we talk
you start to cry as if
I'm just about to leave