Brown Paper Bag

When you come back for me, don't by the light of day

I would know your ghost from a mile away and God knows so would they

When you come back for me, you ask me how I've been

My devil is a dog frothing at the mouth and my legs have gone a little limp

I wish I

I wish I could

I wish I could blame it all on a fad

When you come back for me, I'm sure you'll have your thrill

But if you find yourself drunk on the fun, don't let our secret spill

When you come back for me, I'll have some new disguise

I'll bottle you up and keep you safe, building pressure behind my eyes

Could somebody

Could somebody

Could somebody get me a brown paper bag?