Martha - Frisbie

Don’t write it down

I know you know how it goes

Come on

You’re missing out

You’re saving, you’re saving for nothing

And if you don’t remember this

I can’t help you Martha

Maybe it’s written on your wrist

Oh, I want you to know

Oh, I want you to know

It fell right out into your blame

Me, I’m tired and I’m ashamed

I dropped off the face of the Earth and landed

And if you don’t remember this

I can’t help you Martha

Maybe it’s written on your wrist

What I deserve, I won’t get

Away with murder, I’ll bet

Don’t write it down

You know, I know how it goes

And if you don’t remember this

I can’t help you Martha

Maybe it’s written on your wrist

If you don’t remember this…