Georgia  Georgia
It's  been  many  miles
Since  I've  seen  your  fallen  smile
Close  up  and  personal
Your  arsenal  of  excuses
You  never  told  her
When  you  walked  out  on  the  savannah  shoulder
With  your  veins  all  full  of  beer
Elliott  Smith
Thinking  well  at  least  now  everything  is  clear
But  oh  man
What  plan
Suicide
It's  just  not  that  much  different  from  my  own  affair
Always  cussing  and  crying
How  about  if  you
Tell  me  something  new
Tell  me  what  will  make  you  happy
Oh  you
So  deserve  to  be
Attitudes  to  cop
I  want  it  all  to  stop
Three  weeks  ago  you  were  all  grace  and  charm
And  now  I  know  it  was  just  a  false  alarm
Georgia  Georgia
I  can't  understand  your  sickness
You  have  no  forgiveness
No  attention  left  to  pay
The  quiet  way  you  leave
And  just  forget  it  all
Just  takes  my  breath  away
How's  that  supposed  to  make  me  feel
Yeah,well,how  am  I  supposed  to  feel