Words Are

I use to bring my old book
As use to bring my pen... blue
I seat in the car
Watching the sky... blue...
I took a cigar,
And smoke it all through
The lines of my old book

The words are
The only way I have to
Complain about my self with you

And I use to heart my self when...
I use to write about them...
The times that I pass,
Writing my old book
The memories I have
Are all inside them...
The lines of my old book

The words are
The only way I have to
Complain about my self with you

I seat in the car
Watching the sky... blue
I took a cigar
And smoke it all through
The lines of my old book

The words are
The only way I have to
Complain about my self with you