Hey Hey roman nose Romantic as iron Do you still hate yourself There's a fire in your home And the only thing you saved Was outside anyway No more distractions No more milk to lend Is there a bird worth saving? If they just fly further from you And then I think about that war And how I could've been there Just like my father was (age 19) But he got through and pa**ed on love But how is mine? Not making time No more destractions Maybe an ear Or maybe One good year One good year