Seven Years

Fires burned for seven years, I never knew.
I rolled the dice and swore I never made a move.
What do I care if she was your girl an hour or two ago?
It's me and me and me and me alone.

I've been sleeping through communion for a couple months.
I've been too scared to tell you that I gave it up.
If I don't believe in the afterlife does that mean I can't go?
Will it be me and me and me and me alone?
I've got a long black river in the back of my head.
It's taking me down and I am raising the dead.
But if the chemicals drift away, I guess that someday I'll forget.
But no, I have not yet.

I called you twice today to try to make it right.
But when your girlfriend said you left I lost my appetite.
What do you care if I wanna make this drive out on my own?
Just me and me and me and me alone.
It's me and me and me and me alone.