It's no real price to pay anyway
I'm doing fine
Flags, he went from riches to rags
You took a drive, countries called
I'm thinking of you, flat out cold, beneath the starboard floor
I made promises, I made promises never kept
And your first letter came
You're so hard to ignore
Flags, don't ask me how I'm doing
And now you've pulled the wires right from the wall
More than your friends did, they watched you fall
Stressing lines against the whitening page
Your head at night
So many thoughts fought for the finish line
Set it straight, so there is no road left, only water
He's doing fine
Flags, don't ask me how he's doing
A trauma type, saturation stains
Spent your time hopelessly alone
You're on my mind from beach to trestle door
Should have cared about?
Where are my friends? I'm a burden to their hallowed sense
When there's no beginning before you're running out on time
When I felt my head came to an end
