Other Other Road
Lisa Brokaw, Joseph Camerlengo
When all that’s left for me is to lean in
To all the curves and rough patches I have
So I don’t think of you
Or where you’re going to
So I don’t think of you
Or where you’re going to
When all that’s left for me is to cave in
And I’m found writhing in some stranger’s bed
’Til there’s no thought of you
Or who is there, too
’Til there’s no thought of you
Or who is there, too
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
I’ll meet you on the other other road
With bifurcated tongues, slings, and arrows
So you can hate me
Move on completely
Oh please just hate me
Move on completely
