Ninety‐Seven

I've got it now
a thorn in my side the size of a cadillac
Drive it through
'cause backin up now would be next to impossible
I had it all
When I was with you I forgot about everything
Eighteen months
Eighteen months seems like fucking eternity...

But you'll be there, to dry my eyes
When I breathe you in, in ninetyseven... in ninetyseven.

I've got it now
like a thorn in my side the size of a cadillac
Drive it through
'cause backin up now would be next to impossible
I had it all
When I was with you I forgot about everything
Eighteen months. I won't breathe for eighteen months...

I don't deserve this, I don't deserve this,
I don't deserve this, no I don't deserve this
I don't deserve this, no I don't deserve this,
I don't deserve this, no I don't deserve this,
no I don't deserve this, no I don't deserve this no.