[VERSE 1]
Paint on the walls
And smoke on my collars
Rings on my friends' left hands
Dark are the days
Understanding the ways
That I left town to reach your feelings
Well I -- I don't really know you anymore

[VERSE 2]
Telephone calls
Pills in my wallet
Rings on my friends' left hands
Whiskey in glasses
Poured out in ounces
While I was praying for clouds
Well I -- I don't really know you anymore

[VERSE 3]
Shirts holding moles to dirty clothes for laundry
And rings on my friends' left hands
Money for gas
Cigarettes for my cash
And receipts in my glovebox, too
Well I -- I don't really know you anymore
Well I -- I don't really know you anymore