After I ate I went outside to catch my air, And to walk off my drink. And I rolled tobacco, And watched as the smoke floated magically like you left me. Oh I made a firm fist, And, pissed, thought it brilliant to throw my hand into the door. I knew I would have to admit that I was wrong. I decided to not talk no more. Anna, no. What an embarra**ing way to go. Anna, no. What an embarra**ing way to go. If you wrote a list of the times I considered to swim in my heavenly home. And God and His angels are all under water, And callin' my name once for all. Oh, and I had this hat that I lost in September, I miss you less than that, you know. Oh how can a man seek revenge on a woman he wants to believe has no soul, No home. Anna, no. What an embarra**ing way to go. Anna, no. What an embarra**ing way to go. Anna, no. What an embarra**ing way to go. Anna, no. What an embarra**ing way to go