when I drink myself half to death

all I’ll recognize will be the winter in her breath

when the fire in her hair burns half the town

I’ll pray the carbon monoxide will be enough to take me down

I’ll find the girl with the mountains in her eyes

lost in philosophy, I guess that is the price

I’ll wax poetic and pathetic

to see the mountain of her heart

can I make believe all the struggle that it took

was worth the pain to be a footnote in her book

razor sharp and her exact mind

I’ll drop the needle on the girl the years were kind to

I’ll find the girl with the mountains in her eyes

lost in the west coast, I guess that is the price

I’ll wax poetic, empathetic

to see the mountain of her heart

I’ll lose the girl with the mountains in her eyes

it’s all well and good, but what can I do to make it right

so I’ll wax poetic, empathetic

to see the mountain of her heart