15 Tomorrow

In my eyes there are two
Not you and me but him and you
In his way he got you back
on his mind and in the sack

So, okay, I'll let you go
In my way I say so
But in my mind I want to kill
Maybe in time, maybe I will

I found out after the fact
what you two was doing
behind my back
Now it's 15 tomorrow, 25 today
decreasing promise
and very little pay

Quillan Roe: Guitar, Vocal
Mike Brady: Bass, Vocal
Jeff Tranberry: Arch-Top
Scott Berndt: Traps

Words and Music ©1997 Accident Clearinghouse