Besedila: Blue October. The Answers. Tomorrow.

Tomorrow
I?m gonna find a way to die
I?m living only for a lover
And the death of you and I
But if you find a way to break my back
With needles, thread, and guilt
Will you cover me in kerosene
And burn my strychnine quilt
Yeah, will you spit upon the path I took
Will you cry from all the drugs I took
Will be my little come down hook
And I?ll never ask again
Will I wake up feeling half of you
Has been striped or torn in two
To kill a young man?s point of view
Is to kill his only friend
Oh, oh

Tomorrow
We?re gonna find a place to live
I?m packing only means for red wood dreams
It?s a place that you?ll be excepted
Oh fuck the world
Just a boy and a girl
But it?s that leach you?ll have to shake
Through the love we?ll need to make
Call me sure
Yeah I?m sure I said
I said I?m open wide
But you really have to understand
We?ll build a water slide
If you?re brave enough to hold my hand
Oh, oh