I Don't Really

Paint on the walls And smoke on my collars Rings on my friends' left hands Dark are the days Understanding the ways That I left town to reach your feelings Well I - I don't really know you anymore Telephone calls Pills in my wallet Rings on my friends' left hands Whiskey in glasses Poured out in ounces While I was praying for clouds Well I - I don't really know you anymore Shirts holding moles to dirty clothes for laundry And rings on my friends' left hands Money for gas Cigarettes for my cash And receipts in my glovebox too Well I, I don't really know you anymore Well I, I don't really know you anymore