| I’m gonna lay back down before I get carried away
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| Waking up in bed the same old muthafuking way
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| I’d like to think it’s soon that you’ll be walking through my door
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| I guess I don’t know a god damn thing, anymore
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| You used to lay beside me, I could hear you softly snore
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| And the place you used to lie is now a picture I ignore
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| To keep me safe and far away from demons after me
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| I guess I’m just trying to keep myself clean
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| The story bleeds and we follow like helpless herded sheeps
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| But I’ll keep my head up that’s the Shepard in me
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| Refusing to believe that you were just another drink
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| And now I’ll fall asleep, in my quarantine
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| Come here darling, laugh with me
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| I can feel your body’s cold
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| There’s a car that’s rolling down the street
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| Warning me I’m getting old
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| I’ve learned to walk a different pace
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| New routes I’d never earned
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| Just to keep my head from falling off
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| Just to keep me from concern
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| There’s a voice and it’s a pretty voice
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| That keeps me waking up
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| Runs the shower water over me
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| Pours the coffee in my cup
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| But each day as it fades away
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| And my hair slightly grows
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| I wonder if I’ll ever see
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| Just how our story goes
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| You call me up to cheer me up
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| But my body’s grown immune
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| To the face I never touched enough
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| To the heart I never knew
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| My mama used to say to me, a reason lies inside
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| Well if there’s a reason behind all of this
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| Well then I’ve lost my faith in life
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| I’m gonna lay back down before I get carried away
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| Waking up in bed the same old muthafuking way
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| I’d like to think it’s soon that you’ll be walking through my door
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| I guess I just don’t know a god damn thing… |