Letras
Have a seat, misery
Lord how I've missed you
Don't go crying to me
That I kept you away for too long
Just put your feet up, friend
'Cause I read all your postcards
And in a way I am happy to say
That you've never been gone
Let me light that for you
It seems your hand's a bit shaky
We've got damage to do
And I know you need smoke in your chest
So have a seat, misery
And don't ever mistake me
Of all of my friends you know
You are the one I like best
