He's been looking at good times
At his desk, 3am
Memories swept by the ocean
And washed away all of them
Those Cuban cigars won't make things any better
The world was his oyster now he's the beggar
You're wasting
Your last breath
Trying to understand
But what if we just let it go?
Just let it go
She's been trying her hardest
To pull his head from the sky
She puts it up regardless
Because he's lost his mind
He's got no job and no apartment
He lost it all when he departed
You're wasting
Your last breath
Trying to understand
But what if we just let it go?
Just let it go