text: Probably shouldve married you
  When I had a chance
  Made a blonde-haired little baby
  Got a job and quit the band
  And quit the band
  Yeah I understand
  Teach you to play piano
  You could teach me how to feel
  You could tear apart this wooden boy
  And maybe make him real
  And make me real
  Keep it all concealed
  These poets and their poisons
  They are always hand and hand
  And Dorothy
  I am just your empty tin man
  Lets blame it on geography
  Kentucky and Tennesee
  Tearing you away from me tonight
  And every word I try to say
  From 700 miles away
  I was just calling to say goodbye
  Baby it aint easy
  Yeah this feeling like a freak
  Yeah I know that everything I love
  Is killing me
  Its killing me
  Please just let it be
  Mis-self-medicating
  Im just turning off the clock
  Cause these dead writers and suicides
  Are the only friends Ive got
  You know its true
  My vice isnt you
  These poets and their poisons
  They are always hand and hand
  And Dorthoy
  I am just your empty tin man
  So lets blame it on geography
  Kentucky and Tennesee
  Tearing you away from me tonight
  And every word I try to say
  From 700 miles away
  You were just calling to say goodbye
  Lets blame it on geography 
  Lets blame it on geography 
  Lets blame it on geography 
  You were just calling to say goodbye