Guy Who Made The Paper Once - Come Apart From Me

Come apart at the seams
Come apart from me
Pick you up by the roots
Stomp the soil down with my boots
Leave without a trace
Nowhere of you left about this place
My, oh, my
Come apart from me
Come apart from me
Say, "Hey, Christopher Columbus, do you have some change in your pocket for me?
Do you promise to sail to sea; sail me somewhere where I can be free and all the things I am?"
I'm just not that good
I'm quick to quit when my flesh is wood for the fire
Love needs money and I'm equally fond
Though our bond is real, I hear we all act the same

Written by:
Justin Ruiz, Phil Nancollas

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