"253" as written by and Jack Christopher Allsopp....
I Watched Her Smile,
Dissolve Like Alco SellSell
And In All Honesty,
Man, I Wish I Could Have Helped Her

But The Words I Spoke,
Fell (?) To The Ground
Hitting That Carpert,
With A Muffled Clanging Sound

I Remember Sitting Later On The 253,
Trying Not To Cry But The Crying's On Me,
Sick To My Stomach Feeling So Guilty
But A Cant Change The Fact That

She Had Nothing That A Needed,
So Over Years The Love Receded
Abit Like Her Old Man's Hair Line,
And Mine

And At First She Was All That I Could See,
Till Other Girls Appeared In My Peripherey
And We Lost Something Or So It Seems,
Faded Like Her Favourite Jeans

I Can't Read Her Face,
It's In An Unknown Language
I Just Hold Her Pretty Hand,
'coz That's About All I Can Manage

I Wish You Wouldnt Look At Me That Way,
Knowing Im A Selfish Bastard
She'll Be Thanking Me One Day
And Maybe We Can Even Part This Disater

I Remember Sitting Later On The 253,
Trying Not To Cry But The Crying's On Me,
Sick To My Stomach Feeling So Guilty
But A Cant Change The Fact That

She Had Nothing That A Needed,
So Over Years The Love Receded
Abit Like Her Old Man's Hair Line,
And Mine

And At First She Was All That I Could See,
Till Other Girls Appeared In My Peripherey
And We Lost Something Or So It Seems,
Faded Like Her Favourite Jeans

No, No, No, No Promises
No, No, No, No Promises
No, No, No, No Promises
No Promises, No Promises

And This Is The Final Curtain Call,
As In And Out Of Love We Fall
And Its To Late To Change That
Aww Its To Late To Explain That

She Had Nothing That A Needed,
So Over Years The Love Receded
Abit Like Her Old Man's Hair Line,
And Mine

And At First She Was All That I Could See,
Till Other Girls Appeared In My Peripherey
And We Lost Something Or So It Seems,
Faded Like Her Favourite Jeans

She Had Nothing That A Needed,
So Over Years The Love Receded
Abit Like Her Old Man's Hair Line,
And Mine

And At First She Was All That I Could See,
Till Other Girls Appeared In My Peripherey
And We Lost Something Or So It Seems,
Faded Like Her Favourite Jeans

No, No, No, No Promises
No, No, No, No Promises
No, No, No, No Promises
No Promises, No Promises

No, No, No, No Promises
No, No, No, No Promises
No, No, No, No Promises
No Promises, No Promises


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    General CommentAlco SellSell??? Don't you mean alka seltzer.

    Anyway can't believe I'm the first to comment this song is sick sick sick! This and Lo and Behold best on album
    cookieodoon December 07, 2009   Link

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