You spent the fall turning over new leaves   one by one on your way to the bar everyday   like the lost, desperate dog that you are   But you won't find what you need   following that leash   never the less   you keep walking away from me.      You spent the fall turning over new leaves   you seemed more resolved than ever   dig your own grave   lie down, and wait   for friends and family   to get you back up on your feet   so you can keep on walking.      Well i've got legs of my own   a clean shirt for the morning   i have next months rent   and a bar or two to burn down      Well I'm tired of sleeping on the couch   like a guest in my own house   well I'm tired of lying to the cat   about if or when i'll be back   I'm tired of painting over the past      You'll spend your whole fucking life walking