[Lyric] Come Cry With Me (Myths of a Thistle)

Shed no tears on me baby I am sorry that I left you
I got busy loving bores on all the business trips I’ve been on
Those lads they made me crazy, spun my head around their finger
I’d do it all again if I could

Come cry with me
Come cry with me

So you’re turning twenty one and you think that we’ll make it somehow
I‘m facing much more charges than the ones that you do count
Yeah, Ovid is writing poems ‘bout the prisons that we live in
He’d do it all again if he could

Come cry with me
Cry with me

Don’t burn these matches we might need them in the winter
Don’t turn away the nights get cold and I will feel sinister, now!

Come cry with me
Come cry with me
Come cry with me
Come cry with me