Hard Times for Heatherhead

Hard times for Heatherhead
They're cracking down on communal passwords
So I will go to my grave
With a price upon my head for all my days

And have I told you that I would
Perish if I never had met you?
Don't leave me to my desolate ways
I'd perish if I ever forget to
Leave that life in those desolate days

Got mixed up in the multiverse
Came back as a different person
So I will go to my grave
Without valid driver's license to my name
Disappear with the evidence (It was an honor to be here)
Talk on the phone to a distant person (It doesn't matter, whatever)
And take that phone to your grave
With a chardonnay for good measure to your grave

And have I told you that I would
Perish if I never had met you?
Please don't leave me to my desolate ways (Desolate ways)
I'd perish if I ever forget to
Leave that life in those desolate days