From the album The Haunts of Youth

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Lyrics

Don't mind me, Mister
I'm just gonna miss her and pray I don't show it at all
You've picked me up just enough to get back to my falling down
Guns and religion, whiskey and women
have nothing in common, they claim
but they draw truth from deceivers, stop leavers,
and give unbelievers a reason for faith

So if you hold the answers, then I'll hold the doubts
and we'll stumble together - 'til we die or back out
Then we'll look back and wonder what drew us apart at the seams
Then I'll keep what's left after you break the best parts of me

I think I'll lay here staring at the ceiling
trying to fight off what feelings may find me
All the half empty closets and boxes tell me that you're moving on
There's a hole in my mirror and blood on my hand
'cus I think that I once saw you out with that man
It hurts me to hurt you
But if you hurt when I do, then you must be dying right now

So if you hold the answers, then I'll hold the doubts
and we'll stumble together - 'til we die or back out
Then we'll look back and wonder what drew us apart at the seams
Then I'll keep what's left after you break the best parts of me

So if you hold the answers, then I'll hold the doubts
and we'll stumble together - 'til we die or back out
Then we'll look back and wonder what drew us apart at the seams
Then I'll keep what's left after you break the best parts of me
I'll keep whats left after you break the best parts of me

Don't mind me, Mister
I'm just gonna miss her and pray I don't show it at all