Time goes

Here I am sitting staring at the phone in this house because without you it ain't a home hoping for your ring tone no I couldn't bring myself to change it going through hell only getting by with the top shelf helping me I'm a slave to your memory and that little white lace all I want to be is free from the hold you have on me the bar is calling me when the pain is too much from missing that face I'll be there til a bottle is empty it seems my best friends are Jack Daniels and Jim beam this is the worst storm I ever seen walking on a thin balance beam you still have the best dance between those eyes and the light all I can do is write about you funny its how I ever stand a chance to get over you always had the best view when you were close enough to touch and hold how you could always make me feel like I was floating with your kiss I often times wishing I had more time with those lips